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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Return to Dagger Mountain

Premise: Cassie whisks Ethan off for a romantic weekend, much to his discomfort and surprise.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff. Words: 2,615

A/N: Inspired by this edit I made back in 2021. Submission for @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 31 "adventure". I'm participating in @choicesprompts and using @choicesflashfics week 17 prompt 1 (in bold)

“Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.”

Ethan Ramsey absently glanced up from the computer screen, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The temporary annoyance at being disturbed faded from his blue eyes when he saw who it was.

“Who am I leaving a note for, and why are we running away?” he asked nonchalantly, turning back to the screen to finish replying to an email.

After almost three years together, he was well used to his girlfriend’s grandiose statements, often designed to get a rise out of him.

Cassie Valentine swiveled his chair around and leaned in until her face was close enough for him to see the tiny blue-black flecks in her eyes. Her hands gripped either side of his chair, and she teased his lips with her tongue until he parted them slightly.

“Leave a note for whoever needs to know you’ll be out of the office for a few days. And because we can.”

He shook his head to clear the fog, somewhat disappointed to not receive a kiss. It took him a minute to realize that she’d already moved away and was reaching inside the corner closet for his winter coat and scarf.

“You know what I love about being an attending?” she said without turning around. “How I can take off after morning rounds if I don’t have anything else going on. And not having to fill out time cards. That’s gotta be the best deal.”

Still confused, Ethan stood up, the coat she’d thrown at him clutched in his hand. She started to pack up his laptop, unplugging it from the docking station and unzipping his messenger bag to slip it inside.

“Cassie, will you please stop?” he said, exasperated. And then his eyebrows snapped together. “And no, you cannot just take off after morning rounds even if you’re an attending. The day’s work is just beginning, for Christ’s sake. I taught you better than that.”

When Cassie burst out laughing, he knew he’d been had. She hugged the laptop bag in her arms as she doubled over, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

“You’re so easily riled, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through her laughter. “Check your watch, babe.”

Ethan looked down at his wristwatch and saw it was after five o’clock. A quick glance at the twilight outside had him wondering where the day had gone.

“Oh,” he said for lack of anything else to say.

“Oh, indeed. It’s Friday, and we’re off the clock for the next two days. Our bags are packed, and a car is waiting downstairs to whisk us away for a ski getaway. Don’t ask questions; just go on this adventure with me.” She arched one brow and stared at him intently, holding out her hands as fists. “Red pill or blue pill?”

And that’s how Ethan found himself sitting in the back seat of a town car. At the same time, Cassie bubbled excitedly about their plans to return to Dagger Mountain.

“Rodney reserved the same penthouse suite,” she said. “I want to try the Old Serpentine Trail. I was bummed I couldn’t go with you last time. Maybe we can visit the thinking rock, you know, for Picta.”

“I don’t know why you hired a car service,” Ethan grumbled. “We could’ve taken my car. It’s a bit of a drive, and we probably should’ve left early tomorrow rather than risk dark country roads at night. We don’t even have skis or helmets or….”

Cassie ignored most of his diatribe. “That’s why god invented ski rentals. And I never said we were driving to New Hampshire.

Ethan realized what she meant by that when the car turned towards Logan Airport rather than the interstate and drove through a security gate shortly after. He remembered coming here once before when they took a private jet to Ines’s wedding in Hawaii.

“I know you said no questions,” he said slowly as the car pulled up in front of a hanger. People in uniforms milled about. A luxurious helicopter waited not too far away. “But I will need answers before I leave this car.”

Cassie glanced at the driver and nodded. The man exited the car and stood with his back to the door.

“It’s not that complicated, Ethan. We always talk about going skiing but never do. This weekend has perfect weather conditions, so I decided to surprise you. And yes, hiring a car service and a private helicopter is a bit much. But what’s the point of having money if we can’t indulge ourselves once in a while?”

“I get that,” he countered. “But weekend getaways in private jets or helicopters and all this….” He waved his hands to indicate the car and the scene outside. “…is not who I am.”

“Well, it is me, or it used to be once upon a time. Sometimes, I miss being able to say, ‘fuck it, let’s go to Cabo’. There’s nothing wrong with that. Some people find it romantic to be whisked away by their lover.”

Ethan knew he could make several counterarguments, but he wasn’t sure what. It was rare for him to see the Valentine side of Cassie, and a part of him wondered if it was long overdue. Lately, he’d begun to question the differences between them. Perhaps this weekend was exactly what he needed to gain clarity.

“This weekend is my gift to us,” she said, quietly taking his hand. “When it’s your turn, we can rent a Pinto and go on a road trip to Plymouth Rock.”

“I doubt my legs would fit into a Pinto, and there’s not much to see in Plymouth,” he said, holding his hand up when she started to speak. “Forget it. Red pill, right?”

Later Ethan would admit, privately anyway, that there was something incredibly efficient in traveling by air. Within an hour of leaving Boston, they were touching down at a helipad near the resort, a car waiting to take them the rest of the way.

He could still remember driving up snowy and winding country roads as a teenager. Contrary to what Rodney said, Ethan didn’t come up here on vacation but to work. Skiing lessons were an employee perk, and he’d quickly graduated from green to blue.

He tried to keep his hand in, but his studies and then life got in the way. He racked his brain, trying to recall the last time he’d skied. It would’ve been…ah…when they solved Paula’s case two years ago.

“What level are you?” he asked Cassie as the resort entrance came into view.

“Black,” she said without hesitation. “I’m so going to kick your ass out there, babe!”

He smiled in amusement, not really surprised. He imagined someone like Cassie had been skiing since she was old enough to walk. Aspen, maybe Vail every winter, or St. Moritz with the rest of the jet setters.

In another life, their paths might never have crossed.

“Aspen?” he mused in a deliberately neutral tone as they walked into the warm lobby. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t letting this go. What did it matter now? They were equals and had been for years.

Cassie must have heard the disquiet in his voice because she threw him a considering look. She glanced sideways at the bellman carrying their bags behind them and remained silent. He thought she might not reply, but she waited until they were alone before turning towards him.

“Among other places,” she confirmed, letting her annoyance show. “My mom loves to ski, and my dad loves to sail. Max and I learned how to do both well, whether it was in the Swiss Alps or Bora Bora. Is there a point to this, Ethan? Because you’ve been silently sneering at everything since we left Boston.”

He started to argue otherwise, but Rodney entered from the small office behind the reception area.

“Welcome back,” he said, shaking Ethan’s hand with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you both. Hopefully, no medical emergencies this weekend.”

Rodney checked them in, making small talk with Cassie while Ethan seethed internally. He handed them the key cards, reminding them of breakfast and the amenities. And then, the bellman accompanied them upstairs with their bags. Ethan could’ve carried them, but Cassie didn’t give him a chance, waving at the man to precede them.

By the time the suite’s door closed behind them, Cassie was vibrating with anger. Ethan recognized he’d behaved poorly, dismissing her grand gesture as unworthy.

“You’re an ass!”

“But you love me.”

“Not right now, I don’t,” Cassie bit out. “I wanted to do something romantic, just the two of us. But all of you’ve done so far is ruin my mood.”

“I’m sorry, Cassie,” Ethan said, ignoring her stiff shoulders to wrap his arms around her from behind. “I don’t know what got into me. Let’s start over.”

He turned her around and framed her face between his hands. “I’m an idiot and don’t deserve a girlfriend like you.” He kissed one corner of her mouth and then the other.

“You missed a spot,” she said with a pout.

“My bad,” he whispered softly as he covered her mouth, keeping the kiss light and sweet, seeking forgiveness.

Their foreheads came to rest against each other, and his hands cuffed her wrists.

“I made reservations for a late supper,” she said, stepping away from him. “We should get ready.”

“Okay.”

Cassie grabbed her tote and headed towards the ensuite. She stopped in the doorway, her head cocked as she watched him over her shoulder.

“You know, Ethan, instead of focusing on how different we are, maybe you can try to remember how much we have in common.”

He heard the bathroom door lock click and let out a heavy sigh. Cassie was right. The last few years had proved they were more alike than dissimilar. But still, that inner voice inside him reared its ugly head at the most inopportune times. It had worsened ever since Cassie asked if she could go with him to visit his father every now and then.

Ethan had made himself into Dr. Ramsey, a sophisticated and cultured man who gave the illusion of a wealthy background. Very few people in Edenbrook knew he’d grown up in a blue-collar neighborhood of rundown houses with chain-link fences and weedy yards.

He wasn’t ashamed of his background but felt far removed from it. That’s not who he was anymore and never would be, except when he saw it through Cassie’s blue-blooded perspective.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he shook off the gloomy thoughts and forced a smile on his face. No matter what, he would enjoy this weekend that Cassie had arranged. Even if it killed him.

The following day, Ethan examined the brand-new skis strapped to their feet as the chair lift ascended the mountain. After much debate, he and Cassie decided to buy new gear rather than rent. He saw it as a sign that they’d use them more, maybe returning here or trying out other ski resorts in New England.

Despite things settling down last night, the silence between them was fraught with unspoken words. As they neared the top station, the chair slowed down. They took their skis off the rest, lifted the safety bar, and got into position to slide off the chair lift and onto the gentle incline.

“The Serpentine Trail is off that way,” Ethan said once they cleared the chair lift. “I think it’s more beginner, so it might be too tame for a black diamond skier like yourself.”

“More assumptions?” Her arched tone wiped the teasing grin off his face.

“Cassie…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut in. “That wasn’t very nice of me. Let’s just have a good time. That’s all I want. We can try the Serpentine, and if it’s too crowded or boring, we can switch trails. I checked the map before we left the resort, and there are several options.”

They joined the other skiers, smoothly sailing down the slope and taking a winding path around each other. She laughed joyously as he overtook her, the arrogant smirk he threw her way setting off her competitive spirit. She raced past him, spraying snow at him from the back of her skis.

The crowds made going faster difficult, and she pivoted towards a parallel trail with a blue circle marker before bypassing it to enter the black diamond slope.

Ethan checked his blind spot and raced after her. She was a demon on skis, zigzagging past trees and using short turns to cut through moguls, her excited cries ringing through the air as she gained speed. He watched her expertly leap off an incline and disappear from view.

It took him a few minutes to adjust to the more challenging trail and lack of practice. He stayed upright, barely, through the first mogul but almost wiped out on the second. Deciding to steer clear of them, he moved to the side where the snow was compressed, flat, and out of the way of more experienced skiers.

He was almost at the spot where he’d last seen Cassie jump when the skier in front of him lost their balance. They cried out loud before toppling off the steep incline, head first, rolling through the snow and coming to rest at the base of a tree.

Ethan took the jump cautiously, the doctor in him already starting the count from the moment of impact. He reached the injured skier just as Cassie skidded to a stop on the other side of the tree trunk.

She pushed down on the heel lever with her pole, released one boot, and then the other to step off the skis and crouch beside him.

“Call for help,” Ethan said.

He placed his ear against the open visor and checked for breathing while Cassie dialed the emergency number on the card she’d picked up at reception.

Ethan evaluated the patient for possible injuries and recited what he found. “Patient is breathing but unresponsive. Possible head and neck injury, broken tibia. I can feel the bone pushing against the surface.”

Cassie explained the situation quickly and succinctly, relaying their location and Ethan’s diagnosis before hanging up to help him. She didn’t want to remove the helmet but braced her hands on either side of the neck for support.

“Here.” She took off her scarf with one hand and handed it to Ethan. “The right arm is bleeding. We need to put pressure on it.”

“Observant as always, Dr. Valentine,” Ethan muttered.

“I did learn from the best,” she quipped.

Pushing the sleeve away, he cursed at the long and deep cut along the antecubital fossa. He wrapped the scarf tightly around the wound, the blood staining the expensive material.

“Remind me to buy you a new scarf when we return to the resort.”

“Buy me a drink instead,” she said. “I have plenty more scarves in my closet back home.”

The rescue team arrived shortly. Ethan let Cassie debrief them while he carefully helped load the patient onto a stretcher.

Once they were alone again, Cassie leaned against his side, their arms hooked around each other’s waists. She tilted her head back to gaze at him, laughter making her green eyes sparkle. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her lips lightly chapped.

“One of these days, babe, we’re going to come to this resort and not deal with a medical emergency.”

Ethan’s booming laugh and a quick kiss confirmed that he wholeheartedly agreed.

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acidh2otoby · 1 year

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Resident Evil Boys Comforting a Sad Reader

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Piers Nivans, Carlos Oliveira, Ethan Winters

Gender Neutral reader since this could be platonic or romantic

Re girls version will be posted later

Inspiration: I personally haven't been feeling good mentally and I know that if I were to stumble upon a post similar, it'd make my day so I'm doing myself and maybe someone else a favor

Leon Kennedy

Leon could tell there was something wrong or on your mind the second you walked into the room. Normally, you walked to places with a purpose but today you looked lost. He decided not to say anything in case you weren't ready to talk about whatever was wrong or if you were just simply not in the right mood.

Shortly after, when the room was just you and him, you approached him and asked for a hug. Leon smiled a little before giving you what you asked for. He felt your body start shaking a little and heard your breathing stutter, he sighed once he realized you were crying.

Once you felt like you were okay, you pulled away and wiped your eyes, feeling a little stupid for crying. Leon gently put his hands on your shoulders so you'd look at him, he smiled gently.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Leon asked, he made his voice quiet so it wouldn't alert you.

You nodded and explained some of the things your brain likes to say all throughout your day. Leon listened quietly, letting you finish your sentences until you were done. After you started feeling better, Leon decided to take you back to your house and spent the rest of the day with you, making sure you would be okay.

Chris Redfield

Chris didn't really notice anything wrong at first but based on how you kept zoning it and excusing yourself to the bathroom every couple of minutes, he knew something was up. He thought that maybe you were just having a difficult time since you were the BSAA's newest recruit.

Finally, he decided to pull you aside when you didn't seem to be working and asked if everything was okay. Your response was a fake smile while constantly repeating the same couple of words, a big sign that you weren't doing okay. Chris interrupted you by saying your last name, making you feel the need to tell the truth.

You explained what was wrong, blaming it all on yourself and being harsh. Chris had enough of you talking bad about yourself and hugged you, causing you to stop talking. You hugged him back, confused and surprised.

"Don't do that to yourself, it'll take you down a dark path. Trust me, I've done it." Chris said, speaking loud enough so you could hear him.

He heard you sigh and noticed how it was shaky, he held you tighter as you began to cry. Chris always saw a little bit of himself in every soldier he works with, but you've been walking around like a miniature version of him, and Chris promised himself to always keep you safe so you don't end up doing something stupid.

Albert Wesker

You had originally asked for a hug from Wesker a little while ago but he declined the offer, telling you he wasn't that kind of person. An hour had passed and he hadn't seen you since then, he grew confused where you could've ran off to. He tried to brush it off until his curiosity got the better of him and he went looking for you.

It didn't take him long to find you since some places were off limits or were locked, but he almost didn't see you in the room. You were sitting in a guest bedroom with the lights turned off, the only light in the room was from the hallway lights outside. Wesker heard you sniff and backtracked and looked again, seeing your form.

Wesker kinda paused and thought over why you could be crying. Did he say something to you by accident earlier? Did Excella say something to upset you? Is it just a mood swing? Or did you get hurt? Oh god, what if you got bit by a licker or something?

The last thought gave Wesker the fire to see what was wrong. He approached you, letting you know he was in the room, and sat down next to you. You tried to play it off like nothing was wrong and that you were just laughing. But you should know by now that it's basically impossible to lie to Wesker.

Wesker asked you one last time what was wrong and that did it. You sighed and explained, avoiding eye contact from him so that if he was judging you, it didn't hurt as bad. Once you were finished, you heard Wesker sigh. That was either a good or a bad thing. Wesker sighing means two things: 1) He's thinking on how he can respond nicely. 2) He's judging.

"Can I accept that offer you made me a few hours ago?" Wesker asked, his voice was rather soft.

You blinked in surprise before nodding and leaning closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and basically cradled you, it felt strange but in a good way. It was hard to get Wesker to do anything where he might be vulnerable but sometimes you were able to break the stone walls he builds. This was one of those moments, and you definitely didn't want it to end.

Piers Nivans

You were sitting in the hospital room next to Piers, who was still unconscious from the incident. You remember getting the call from Chris after seeing the news about the terrorist attack in China, you were surprised you didn't try to kill Chris when you saw him at the hospital.

Piers had been given the vaccine and underwent surgery to fix up as much damage to his arm as possible. You hadn't left his side since they allowed you to visit him, and that worried Chris. He tried to get you to leave and eat something but you refused every time, so Chris just decided to bring the food to you instead.

You were lost in thought when you heard someone take a deep breath. You knew it wasn't you since you were too lost in thought so you glanced up to see if Piers was waking up. Piers shifted a little but still had his eyes closed, but they open shortly after.

The room was silent, aside from the heart rate monitor beeping, as you watched him start to wake up. You didn't know what to do. You were happy he was alive and okay but your brain was telling you to alert the doctors before anything else. It wasn't until his eyes found you that you decided the doctors could wait.

"(Y/N)?" Piers asked, his voice low and rough from both the last time he used it and from lack of use.

You sighed, smiling a little as tears formed in your eyes. You were confused by your emotions because you were happy but a part of you was pained to see Piers in this situation. You moved your chair closer to the bed and grabbed Piers' hand, trying your best to not show that you were sad.

Piers smiled at you, but it soon faded when you couldn't hide your emotions anymore. You let go of his hand and buried yours face into your hands, crying into your palms. You felt his hand touch the top of your head, and you looked up at him at see that he was giving you a sympathetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, I-I wasn't thinking and I did something stupid." Piers apologized, you could tell he was fighting off some tears of his own in his voice.

"It's okay. I'm not blaming you, I just... I just didn't know what I'd do if I lost you." You admitted, gently grabbing his hand again.

You stood up and leaned over, giving him a small hug before you decided to tell the others that he was awake. The hospital room was soon filled with you, Chris, Sherry, Rebecca, and a few other BSAA soldiers that had survived or couldn't make the mission.

The soldiers left after a little while, Rebecca and Sherry stayed to make sure the vaccine was working properly before leaving as well. Chris stayed longer, providing both of you with company before he left. You felt better knowing he was gonna be okay, but the fear of losing him will probably never be met again unless something else happens.

Carlos Oliveira

You had gotten caught up in running around Raccoon City with Jill while the zombie invasion happened, you were helping her move out of her apartment and was staying the night when the outbreak happened and when Nemesis decided to break her wall down.

Carlos had made several flirty comments in your direction but he was also doing it with Jill so you just brushed it off and even chuckled at a few of his flirts, especially his "Cold, cruel, Carlos-less" one.

But what made you scared and panicked was when Jill got infected by Nemesis while you two were trying to escape through the clocktower. You radioed Carlos and told him he needed to hurry, you were unfamiliar with Raccoon City's layout and you knew a zombie wasn't gonna give you directions.

When Carlos eventually showed up, he told you that he needed you to watch out for him while he carried Jill to the Spencer Memorial Hospital. You cleared the path ahead and occasionally made sure no zombies were following behind until you three made it to the hospital safe.

You waited in the small hospital room with Jill while Carlos went to find the vaccine, you occasionally heard gunshots and it made you jump a little every time. Carlos came back with the vaccine but looks like he had been through hell, you asked him about it and he told you what was in the hospital.

While waiting for any sign of change from Jill, your thoughts on what would happen to all of you made you break down. Carlos noticed almost immediately and didn't hesitate to offer up anything he could do to make you feel better.

You ranted about everything that you were feeling, you were scared, dehydrated, sleep deprived. You told him you didn't think you would be able to get out alive because of everything that's lurking outside. Carlos stopped you by giving you a hug, a tight one too. He didn't say anything but he didn't need to, you let some tears fall. You two stayed like this for a long time until you actually fell asleep.

Carlos picked you up and laid you down on a spare bed inside the room, making sure you would be okay and keeping an eye on you in case he needed to pull you out of a nightmare.

Ethan Winters

To say that the village you once called your home was now a living nightmare was a bit of an understatement. Lycans reeked havoc on the village while Mother Miranda did absolutely nothing to protect the people living in it. A man named Ethan Winters had been welcomed into Luiza's house, he was definitely an outsider but he looked like he knew how to survive.

Shortly after, all the remaining survivors had died due to someone turning into a lycan and knocking over a lantern and setting the house on fire. You and Ethan being the only survivors, you both ran to a clearing where you met the Duke, he seemed like a friendly face.

You had decided to take a break in a nearby house that had all the windows boarded off and was rather hard to get inside of. You had just lost everyone you cared about, all your family, all your friends, everyone. Ethan had found you after talking with the Duke and told you what his plan was.

His working theory was that his baby daughter had been kidnapped by Mother Miranda and he was going to confront her and trying to get his daughter back. You knew that warning him about the risk wouldn't do much to stop him but figured that you should at least tell him so then he had no excuse for backing out.

"Ethan, just don't do anything stupid. I might be devoted to this village but now I want to get out of here alive, and you are my only chance." You said, tears had started to form in your eyes by the time you finished your sentence.

You looked away from him and hid your face in your hands, trying to not cry. You felt Ethan place his hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. He gave you a sad smile and offered a hug, which you hesitantly accepted.

Normally letting your guard down around strangers or someone you just met was something you never did, but you honestly didn't have a choice now. Ethan held you as you quietly cried, he knew how you felt and wanted to make you feel like you weren't alone.

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decadentfantasy · 6 months

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alwaysmychoices · 1 year

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Peppermint Lattes

Synopsis: stuck in Boston by herself for Christmas, Charlie is cold and homesick, and she receives a surprising gift from her austere attending...

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC (Charlotte “Charlie” Greene)

Words: 3k

Rating: General Audience

A/N: this was inspired by this ask. Thank you to @choicesaddict5 and @lsvdw-blog for encouraging me to turn this into a fic!

December 23rd, Intern Year

This morning, Boston was particularly cold. It was as if the city had woken up and decided to taunt Charlie.

All morning, she’d watched Boston prepare for Christmas. Apartment windows glittered with Christmas trees. Families packed into sedans for holiday road trips. Children whispered in the streets about their plans to trap Santa, and adults ran between grocery stores searching for their Christmas Eve dinner.

Everyone was having a great Christmas – except for Charlie.

She’d woken up to a near-empty apartment and a deep winter chill, requiring every layer she owned to keep her from shivering on her commute. Just when the morning felt like it couldn’t get any worse, she took the wrong step on black ice and ended up sprawled on the cement, wearing her coffee and a new bruise as a souvenir.

Her bleak morning quickly became an unbearable day.

At the beginning of her 24-hour shift, she was bombarded with hordes of new patients – some angrily demanding resolution before Christmas and others begging her to keep them longer so they could avoid the festivities. Every time she took a break, Charlie spotted a new social media post bragging about holiday traditions and time off.

It was the first time Charlie wouldn’t be home for Christmas, and nothing reminded her of home.

It was cold here. Unfriendly. Unfeeling. Un-festive.

All she wanted was to curl up into her favorite chair, sip her mother’s famous hot cider and watch a Christmas movie with her parents. Instead, she covertly massaged her ice-inflicted bruise and patched up a snow-ball-fight-related broken arm.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

In approximately five minutes, Charlie would have the honor of accompanying Dr. Ramsey on rounds.

According to hospital lore, Dr. Ramsey hadn’t taken a Christmas off in over five years. Occasionally, if you got lucky, he would take the afternoon to visit family, but he never stayed away for the whole day. Residents whispered that he spent the entire holiday season bitter and angry because the holidays reminded him of how lonely he’d made himself. They told the new interns that if you were unlucky enough to work with him on a low-staff holiday, you should be prepared for the worst shift of your life.

Last year, he’d made an intern cry for checking the wrong form on patient paperwork.

The year before, he’d nearly driven a resident to quit.

This year, it was Charlie’s turn.

In the last few weeks, Charlie felt like she’d finally gotten used to Dr. Ramsey. No, he wasn’t her favorite attending. Yes, she regularly found herself on the wrong side of Dr. Ramsey’s disapproving stare. But it didn’t bother her as much now. His questions – though seemingly impossible – were always important. His biting criticisms were unfortunately accurate. His assistance was often condescending, but it was always helpful.

On the good days, Charlie felt like she learned more from Dr. Ramsey than anyone else in this hospital. Even on the worst days, he wasn’t that bad. Maybe he’d grown soft, or perhaps she’d gotten tougher.

Sometimes, Charlie fancied that they’d found a good rhythm. They weren’t friends, but they were friendly on occasion. It was hardly the relationship she’d hoped to have with her academic hero, but it was better than the active dislike that plagued their initial acquaintance.

If anyone could survive Christmas with Dr. Ramsey, it would be Charlie.

Still, she was a bundle of nerves when Ethan found her.

Ethan didn’t know much about Dr. Green’s past. He’d been on the committee that selected her application, so he knew her alma mater, age, and mission statement. But he didn’t know where she was from or why she seemed so bothered by the cold. Over the last month, he’d developed the theory that she must have spent her life somewhere warm – she was too uncoordinated on snow and ice to have ever spent time in it.

It was almost comical how many layers she wore. Two turtlenecks under her scrubs, one white coat, and likely multiple pants by the look of it. He’d seen her this morning, too – a giant puffy jacket, a pair of pink earmuffs, and a bright blue knit hat. Even dressed as warmly as she was, her nose was red, and she looked chilled to the bone.

Against his will, Ethan’s lips curved into a smirk.

It’s cute, he thought.

Almost as soon as the thought entered his mind, he chased it away. Dr. Greene was his resident – a promising one, too. She was not cute, nor was it appropriate for him to think that. The proper descriptors were intelligent, stubborn, intuitive, or pain in my ass.

To fight off the smile, he hardened his expression, sending a chill down Charlie’s spine.

“Dr. Greene,” he greeted bluntly.

“Dr. Ramsey,” Charlie gulped.

Ethan thought about saying something, like “how’s your morning?” or “are you cold?” or “Merry Christmas.” In the end, he said nothing and just gestured that they should get on with it.

And so they did.

Charlie rushed through their patients with surprising accuracy. He’d never seen her so well prepared or rehearsed. It was as if she’d spent all morning anticipating his questions and seeking answers before he could produce them. If she didn’t know something, she told him before she made a fool of herself, and if she anticipated a concern, she addressed it before he raised it.

She was flawless.

Ethan had long suspected that she was the true star of the program this year. Aurora was brilliant and poised, but she lacked the ingenuity of her more chaotic coworker. If Ethan could have given Charlotte some of Aurora’s discipline, she would be at the top of the competition. Charlie just needed a bit of polishing.

Give her time, Naveen told Ethan only a few days before when Ethan was lamenting the foolish mistake Charlotte had made, You were once an intern, too. She’ll surprise you. Just wait.

And was this the time?

Had Charlotte performed a Christmas miracle?

Ethan was quiet while Charlie presented, making her more nervous. No complaints. No suggestions for how she could improve. No witty but devastating insults. Was he saving it all for some epic blowout later?

Charlie thought she would combust from the anticipation when she smelled it.

Peppermint. Chocolate. Steaming coffee.

It stopped her in her tracks, mid-stride to the next patient. Despite herself, she looked around the room for the source.

That smell…

It was Christmas. It was hot cocoa at her mother’s kitchen table. It was wrapping presents on the living room floor while her dad played lookout. It was sneaking out of bed to see if Santa liked the chocolate chip cookies. It was warm sweaters and pancakes on Christmas morning.

“Dr. Greene?” Ethan halted, staring at his intern like she’d grown three heads.

That was when she spotted it – a steaming peppermint latte billowing from the cup of a visitor across the room. The cup bore the logo of a nearby coffee shop – one Charlie never had time to really enjoy because she was always racing out the door– and a friendly Christmas tree drawn on the side.

For just a minute, Charlie felt like it was really Christmas.

Like she wasn’t stuck in some frozen city without her family and friends. Like Christmas was a feeling that followed her all the way to a hospital hallway.

“Charlotte?” Ethan prodded further.

Her name sounded so right from his lips – no hesitation, no discomfort. Like he was made to say it.

Not that either of them was brave enough to admit that.

“Hmmm?” Charlie snapped out of the trance. Realizing he’d seen all of this, she paled and squeaked out, “Oh, sorry, I just liked that smell.”

Ethan’s eyebrows knit together, and he took a long, deep sniff.

Hand sanitizer. Antibacterial surface cleaner. And just a hint of … artificial peppermint?

The more he focused on the smell, the more outrageous the idea became. Sickly sweet, fake peppermint. A hint of coffee, though he doubted one could taste it under all that syrup. Chocolate, maybe. If so, it was just as fake as that peppermint.

It was the kind of thing you smelled when you walked into a department store – some weak replication of holiday magic that always rang hollow.

“The peppermint?” Ethan questioned.

Those two words sounded so wrong, so inherently disliked. The contrast made her realize how warmly he’d said her first name only moments ago.

“I like peppermint,” she admitted sheepishly.

“That isn’t peppermint,” Ethan scoffed, now blazing through the hospital halls with Charlie on his tail. While she struggled to keep up with his long strides, he added, “Liking peppermint isn’t a crime. Liking that is.”

“What’s the difference?” Charlie huffed, wishing she’d been born with longer legs.

He’s a fucking giraffe, she cursed to herself.

“One is a traditional candy. The other is something you find in a Starbucks.”

“You know, disliking Starbucks doesn’t make you morally superior,” Charlie retorted.

Normally, that insubordination and familiarity would be punished.

But Ethan didn’t shutter at the rebuke. Instead, he looked down at his intern as if appreciating her anew.

“No, but it does make my taste superior.”

“It makes you a contrarian,” Charlie shook her head, “Potentially sexist, depending on how you frame it.”

Ethan laughed.

An honest, deep laugh.

The sound startled Charlie, and she suddenly wished she could hear that sound forever.

“Contrarian or not, peppermint lattes are a waste of a good shot of espresso,” Ethan decided, so confident that Charlie was nearly swayed to his side.

But then she remembered teenage trips to the coffee shop, exhausted college sips of peppermint during finals, and the warm mornings sharing a peppermint coffee while Christmas shopping.

No matter what Dr. Ramsey said, Charlie wouldn’t turn her back on those memories.

“I disagree. I love them,” Charlie insisted.

“Your loss,” Ethan muttered. There was an edge to his words – like some part of him had hoped that Charlie would agree. Maybe he wanted her to agree on all things, to be the mirror image of himself. Though he had to admit he liked when she disagreed, sometimes.

Charlie didn’t get an opportunity to respond because they’d found their next patient. Instead of lecturing him on the complexity of peppermint mochas, she explained their patient's case. As they finished rounds, there was a new ease between them. Charlie forgot that she was supposed to be nervous.

The morning ended with Dr. Ramsey curtly saying, “Good job, Rookie.”

It was the only compliment he’d given all month, and it was well deserved.

For the rest of the day, he swore that he was followed by the ghost of peppermint past.

Her words reverberated in his ears – “I love them” – until he could mimic it perfectly. He wasn’t sure what resonated so deeply, nor did he appreciate it. He didn’t want to spend his morning stuck on the drink preferences of a resident.

But he did.

His morning. His afternoon. His evening.

Now, nearing 8 P.M., when he was about to go home for the night, he could still picture it.

He wondered if she would be so cold if she drank those hot lattes instead of her iced coffee. He wondered if she often went to Starbucks and if she would think of him now when she went. He wondered what she would do when she got off work on Christmas Eve.

As if summoned by his irrational musings, there she was.

Filling out paperwork for the newest admission. Holidays in the E.R. were always a nightmare. Her shift would be far from a quiet night.

“I’m heading out,” a nurse, Sharon, announced to Charlie, “I need to get home and wrap presents. I don’t think my kids will be happy if Santa keeps all his gifts in the original Amazon box.”

Charlie smirked, “You could always say the Amazon truck is full of elves.”

Sharon laughed – and made a mental note to use the same line if she forgot a few boxes tonight.

“Are you seeing family this Christmas?” Sharon asked.

Charlie shook her head with a sad smile, “I’m working. It’s my first Christmas away from home. Rafael was nice enough to invite me to his family’s dinner tonight, but I feel homesick. I know it’s silly, but I swear, I would do just about anything to remind me of Christmas at home.”

Sharon offered a compassionate smile and hugged Charlie, “You’ll find it, and you’re always invited to join my terrible children and me tomorrow.”

“They can’t be that bad,” Charlie frowned. She hadn’t known Sharon long, but the tales of her children were so legendary that Charlie was sure they had to be exaggerated.

“I assure you, they are,” Sharon shook her head, and giving Charlie a squeeze goodbye, she added, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Charlie echoed, her voice lacking the same warmth.

Ethan recognized the hollow ring of loneliness. The stern look of someone staring down the barrel of a holiday that would never amount to those in their memory. The haunting dip in her voice as she described the things she would miss.

Tonight, Charlie looked like a mirror image of a young Ethan, and for the first time, Ethan disliked it.

He missed the chaos in her smile. The energy in her daring declarations. The lurking joy behind her tired eyes.

Ethan was built for lonely Christmases, but Charlie was not.

Even when he walked away, he was haunted by the exchange.

Like he was staring at the beginning of the end.

Like he’d witnessed some life-altering moment.

Like she would go down the wrong path if no one interjected.

He was there. He could do something. But what would he do? And why did he even care?

Ethan hesitated at his car door. He knew he should go home and put the beguiling resident out of his mind. He knew he would make a mistake if he got involved.

But then he remembered the loneliness and vulnerability in her voice as she expressed her homesickness.

Without thinking, he exited the parking garage and trudged through the snow to the coffee shop down the block. He’d been here once before and sworn never to return. The coffee was decent, but the drinks were altogether too artificial for his liking. They were made to cover the beans, not enhance them. This was the kind of place meant for students seeking sugar rushes and teenagers learning to drink coffee, not an expert like himself.

Even as he entered the front door, he felt out of place.

Charlie would fit in here. She would smile at the passersby and small talk with the barista. She’d settle into one of the tiny booths and have an enjoyable evening. Ethan didn’t fit in. His sour face warned off any strangers, and the barista looked terrified throughout the exchange.

“One peppermint latte, please,” Ethan ground out with considerable difficulty.

“Peppermint or peppermint mocha?” the barista clarified, earning a blank stare from Ethan that made him feel like an idiot for asking.

“Does it matter?” Ethan frowned. It was all sugar and milk anyway.

“Um, I just need to know which to make,” the barista swallowed.

“Fine, peppermint mocha then,” Ethan waved it off dismissively.

“Hot or iced?”

Ethan again stared blankly. It was below freezing outside. Who was ordering an iced coffee?

“Hot.”

“Size?” the barista inquired, scribbling the order on the cup. The barista motioned toward the sign above them, which displayed their proprietary size names.

“Medium,” Ethan disregarded the chart, and the barista didn’t correct him.

“Whipped cream?”

You’ve got to be kidding, Ethan internally groaned. How could a coffee order be so painful?

“Yes, add whipped cream,” Ethan looked ill just saying it.

“Okay, great,” the barista added a check to the cup. To save them both the pain of further conversation, the barista filled out the rest of the modifications without debate and finished the order. After Ethan paid, the barista asked, “Name for the order?”

“Charlotte.”

The barista blinked.

This scary, uncomfortable man didn’t look like a Charlotte, but who was the barista to correct him?

If ordering the drink had been miserable, it was even worse when Ethan had to collect it. He promised himself that he would make a nice, respectable pour-over in the morning to make up for this crime against coffee. On the walk back to the hospital, he reminded himself of Charlie’s damning frown when she explained her holiday plans. That kept him going, even when logic nipped in his ear that this was a mistake.

This was a good deed.

An odd one, sure.

One he had never made for any other intern, but he could forgive himself for that.

The holiday spirit can grip anyone, even a cold Scrooge like him. It didn’t have to mean anything deeper than that.

Even if this was one of many “exceptions” he’d made for Charlotte.

He left the coffee in the same place he’d seen Charlie earlier that night – her favorite corner for filling out charts. He made sure no one saw him, so when she asked later, no one could name the secret admirer.

All she saw was a steaming cup with her name scribbled on the side.

It smelled like Christmas, and it tasted like home.

That drink saved her Christmas. Drinking it, she felt warm and loved.

And she knew exactly who had given it.

Though no one had seen him, she knew it was Ethan. He was the only one she’d told about peppermint lattes, and he was the only one in the hospital who always called her “Charlotte,” never Charlie.

She smiled softly to herself throughout the night as she imagined the Ethan Ramsey deigning himself to order a “waste of a good shot of espresso.” She wondered what the exchange looked like, twisting it in her imagination to be funnier each time.

Most of all, she kept thinking “he did this for me.”

He doesn’t even like me, she thought, And I know he doesn’t like peppermint lattes.

She couldn’t imagine him ordering a drink like this – especially with the whipped cream and holiday sprinkles – but she knew he had. Deep in her chest, it sparked a warmth she couldn’t shake.

A warmth that would only grow as she got to know him more. A warmth that would turn into a wildfire one day.

But today, it was something that brought a smile to her lips.

The next morning, Ethan spotted her on her way out. Neither mentioned the coffee, but she smiled at him – that pure, bright smile that made his heart stop. He didn’t know it, but for just a moment, he gave her that same smile. Then, he cleared his throat and shuffled away, ready to ruin another resident’s morning, and Charlie grinned all the way home.

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x charlie greene #fanfic #holiday fic #christmas fic #choices

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g-kat423 · 4 months

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Corpse God

“Ethan Winters successfully defeated Mother Miranda leaving the lords unharmed yet Alcina remains her most loyal follower.

Mother Miranda is killed in her weakened state and Alcina continues to worship her corpse.”

Instead of writing a full oneshot, I decided to write a 100 word drabble. I was inspired after watching the documentary about the love has won cult and how they kept Mother God’s body and I was like, Alcina would do this if Miranda died and left behind a physical body.

I may eventually post the expanded version of this, it was getting very convoluted when my original vision was for something very short.

Happy Christmas Eve, I guess. 😅

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda

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friendshipgun · 8 months

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💖-specifically, when did you start writing, what kind of things did you write, what inspired you, how has your writing journey looked?

and uh i fuckin forget the emoji but character headcanon(s) for mia winters and/or jesse evilwest (and his twin??)

hope these are fun to answer!

Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

i think maybe you asked this one the last time i reblogged this ask meme but there has also been Fic Progression so i also understand lol. but no, not really. a lot of the time i don't even clock something that might read like that until i get comments about it. i am however mean to Karl and Ethan on purpose and so there is probably splash damage from that lol.

(and i'm gonna have to readmore the rest bc it gets long, apologies) What made you start writing?

i don't know when exactly i started, just that i remember putting little books of "stories" together in elementary school. i wrote what i think technically counts as LOTR fanfic and MLP oc fic lmao. but what i mostly wrote was original fiction. a cousin i was close to as a kid was also big into writing and we ended up attending a summer camp for the arts together in middle school, so i was writing mostly poetry there, but prose too. i also started writing fic with another friend in middle/high school (stuff like pokemon crack fic lmao), but i was still mostly writing original fiction. in high school in particular i got BIG into writing poetry (idk if anyone else knows about allpoetry.com but i sure was spending a heck of a lot of time there), was editor of the high school literary magazine, etc etc. basically i was never not writing. i was also posting way more fic in high school, writing primarily angst at that point and largely for Final Fantasy.

then i went to college and stopped writing for a few years barring academic papers. started taking writing seminars the last few semesters i was there which got me writing again. again mostly original fiction. a lot of supernatural stuff, not really poetry anymore though, which is kind of a shame bc of how much i had liked it. started writing fic again too, a lot of Naruto stuff that i never posted anywhere. then my dad of all people got me into Supernatural and i wrote a bunch of fic for that that i also never posted anywhere. then i went to grad school and the "not writing anything except academic papers" thing started up again rip. really didn't pick it up again as a regular practice until after my dad died a few years back. wrote a bunch of stuff about grief that was uhhhhhhhhh pretty clearly me trying to process shit.

and then it was covid and i lost my job and i was watching playthroughs of re7 and re8 almost concurrently going "but what if you put Heisenberg in the swamp WHAT THEN." as for what inspires me, i guess just about everything? like the number of stories i wrote set in Japan after i'd studied abroad there...is a lot. and with fic it's just like "i just think it would be neat if character i like was in a Situation." when i was writing poetry a lot of it was teenage angst bc i was in high school but i'd also write about cities or people or fantasy epics. anyway this is already really long but yeah basically if i think about it for long enough that it becomes "I Just Think They're Neat" territory i'll want to write something about it.

Mia Winters Headcanon:

she doesn't trust easily and has for a long time kept things about herself secret, or lied outright, as a way to protect herself. she'd been doing this long before she met Ethan and then after...it was habit. and it was easy to keep things about her work secret because it did feel like she was protecting him. and it wasn't like it was going to be forever, she was planning on getting out. she was working on it. she hadn't even thought of something like that--a normal life--until she'd met Ethan, and then it had seemed like...like something attainable. there wouldn't be the need for secrets then, when it was just the two of them. (or so she told herself: it's like pulling off her skin, being that exposed, having nothing between herself and someone else. being seen. completely seen.) anyway this got away from me a bit lmao. but basically i like to try to reconcile her going back to lying post-re7 as a defensive move to protect herself, especially when the BSAA knows everything about her past. i don't think she was intentionally trying to hurt Ethan or anything, just that after Dulvey she'd feel ever more the need to have those secrets as a buffer, combined with a deep, deep fear that Ethan would hate her if he knew. (this is how i am personally smoothing down Mr. Capcom's writing decisions.) Jesse Evil West Headcanon: he has had a crush on Edgar since he was a kid and is outright tormented by it. i imagine him taking issue with how his dad treated Edgar. or feeling jealous of Edgar's loyalty to his dad. just let's give Jesse more issues regarding his dad lmao. the little joke he makes in the game about Edgar kissing him is a ""joke"" but like he is internally yelling UNLESS?????? as vehemently as he can.

thinking also about post-game events, how Bloom was joking around with Edgar and Jesse can absolutely get jealous about that too, like just he's a mess and i don't know if it's better (worse) if he has actually confessed to Edgar and was shot down or has just never confessed to Edgar for fear of getting shot down.

and if you want to bring in Jesse's twin (who is also named Jessie i guess we can just give him an extra vowel) i think it's very funny if both of them alternately fight over and tag team Edgar. co-op, as it were.

#these were a lot of fun to answer thank you Azira!#i was just like oh writing history i will just simply not shut up i guess #and i also probably could have just Not Shutted Up about mia too tbh #determined to write a mia-centric fic at some point bc i do really like her #and capcom did her realllll dirty #and now i guess it's time to finally find out if it is still the case that any tags after the first five won't show up in tag search #mia winters #jesse rentier #bc i want to tag them for personal ref but don't need to bog down the tags with an ask meme #ask tag the tag for asks #ask meme

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shnargo · 1 year

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rules, who i am, characters i do, galore!

currently obsessed with: joel miller, din djarin, john hancock (fo4), nick valentine.

howdy! call me shnargo (she/her) and i love fictional men. #shnargowrites is my works tag and that's about it :)

i don't have a regular posting schedule, but i does my best.

Rules:

I don't write smut, but I am fine with nsfw as for light gore, torture, and whump. (I usually don't write for yanderes, but depending on the prompt, I may be convinced haha.)

I take requests! There's no guarantee that I will write them (whether due to motivation or lack of inspiration from the request) however I will try my very best to!

"currently obsessed with" is often a good indicator for which characters i am most motivated to write for atm.

that's about it for now, but i will update it as things go along.

Characters I Write For:

Nick Valentine

John Hancock (Fallout 4 not the founding father lol)

Dieter Bravo

Din Djarin

Joel Miller

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Steven Grant & Marc Spector

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

TASM! Peter Parker

again, i will update as things go along.

for examples of things i've written

that's all! have a lovely rest of your time here 👋🥰

#shnargo rules n stuffs

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 9 months

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RE8 AU Incorrect Quotes [Part 2]

I’m currently busy with other writing projects at the moment (mainly this year’s Goretober, because I’ll have to stick to an actual posting schedule if I want to go for thirteen days).

I’m still not sure when I’ll be able to write another fic for this AU, but I definitely haven’t forgotten about it! Until then, here’s more memes. (Thank you for all your patience and understanding, @that-bat )

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Nate/Lord Ophio: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go. Ethan Nestor-Winters: But how—? Nate/Lord Ophio: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Shouldn’t you have something inspiring yet infuriating to say? Hunter/The Baron: Yes, actually. . . Hunter/The Baron: *stands up, clears his throat, straightens his tie* Hunter/The Baron: . . .Smash Mouth was right all along! “The years start coming, and they d o n ’ t s t o p c o m i n g . ”

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Life is just a hallucination caused by oxygen. Once you stop breathing, it all goes away.

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Matt/Lord Loxosceles: I'm not creepy. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: I'm petty. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: There's a difference, y’know.

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Mark/Lord Isurus: I’m a multitasker! Mark/Lord Isurus: I can torture fifteen people at once.

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Hunter/The Baron: Who told you my secret?

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: The “how the fucks” and “why are you so dumbs” don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Hunter/The Baron: So, you three are brothers? Mark/Lord Isurus: Only in spirit Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Technically speaking, yes. Nate/Lord Ophio: No.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Those darn tall people. Nate/Lord Ophio: Darn em’ indeed. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Don’t worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Mark/Lord Isurus: Hahaha. . .

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Nate/Lord Ophio: *sitting on the roof of The Baron’s Market, quietly talking to an undead raven* Hunter/The Baron: . . .Lord Ophio, what’re you doing? Nate/Lord Ophio: Apparently finding out that Ethan guy is pretty weird. Hunter/The Baron: Ah, so you’re stalking him? Nate/Lord Ophio: No, my pets are just helping me observe from a distance. Hunter/The Baron: Look, it’s none of my business what you decide to do with Mr. Nestor-Winters, but I’m pretty sure that still counts as stalking Nate/Lord Ophio: *pauses, then sends the raven off* Baron, do you know what the difference between people-watching and stalking is? Hunter/The Baron: I might. . . Nate/Lord Ophio: *nods* A restraining order.

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Hunter/The Baron: Why do you and the other Lords want to kill Mr. Nestor-Winters? Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Have you seen him?! His neck looks so snappable!

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: So, what do you do for a living? Nate/Lord Ophio: I exist against my will

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: I can’t fucking handle this right now! Mark/Lord Isurus: Just remember, if you can’t handle me at my worst. . .I CAN HANDLE ME AT MY WORST, WHICH MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU!

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Hunter/The Baron: Lord Ophio, when’s your birthday? Nate/Lord Ophio: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me? Hunter/The Baron: . . .So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

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[The Lords are getting ready for a standard ritual event]

Nate/Lord Ophio: Mark is late again. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: How did this happen? I called him at eight o’clock this morning and pretended it was eleven! I even printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at nine instead of noon! Nate/Lord Ophio: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Hunter/The Baron: *not involved with the upcoming ritual, but is still within earshot of all this* . . .I think you might’ve overdone it, my lords. Mark/Lord Isurus: *bursts through one of the temple’s windows* Mark/Lord Isurus: WHAT FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

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Nate/Lord Ophio: You don't know anything about me! Hunter/The Baron: I know EVERYTHING about you! You’re an open book written for very disturbed children!

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[During the Boss Fight between Ethan and Matt]

Ethan Nestor-Winters: Why did you let Miranda turn you into this?! There’s so many better things in the world that you could’ve seen! Matt/Lord Loxosceles: I don’t know, Earwig. Why do you keep letting your hands get ruined?! THERE’S SO MANY WEAPONS IN THE WORLD THAT YOU COULD’VE USED COMPETENTLY!

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: You’re terrible at interacting with people. When you meet someone, what’s your opening line? Nate/Lord Ophio: “Hi, did you have a happy childhood, or are you funny? It can only be one!”

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: It’s strange how well you and that zombie get along. Didn’t he hate you at first? Hunter/The Baron: Lord Ophio hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.

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Matt/Lord Loxosceles: What’s the plan? Nate/Lord Ophio: I don’t know! You’re smart, *points at Mark* and he’s mean, so come up with something!

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“Adulting is hard. How do I quit?” Hunter/The Baron: Time travel. Nate/Lord Ophio: Die.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Mark/Lord Isurus: You’re gonna need to be more specific. Are you talking about original birth or rebirth? Nate/Lord Ophio: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: I personally metamorphosed in a lab. Hunter/The Baron: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Mark/Lord Isurus: I technically don’t have anything against you, but I can still make up lots of reasons to attack you!!

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Nate/Lord Ophio: I’m gonna go check on my scouts. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Oh, please. We’re not children. Nate/Lord Ophio: *leaves* Mark/Lord Isurus: *casually* . . .Eat shit and die. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Yeah, fuck you, too.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: *writing in his diary with a glitter gel pen* I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There’s blood on my hands.

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Hunter/The Baron: Why can’t we all just get along? Nate/Lord Ophio: Because most of us are assholes, Baron. I thought that was obvious

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Mark/Lord Isurus: You know what I’ve realized? Ethan Nestor-Winters: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? Mark/Lord Isurus: Nice try, anyway—

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Are you trying to give me a fucking aneurysm?! Nate/Lord Ophio: Pretty sure we all are. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you came here. Mark/Lord Isurus: To be perfectly fair, you almost gave me one first Hunter/The Baron: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

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Hunter/The Baron: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?  

Matt/Loxosceles: Maybe a bit tipsy?  

Mark/Lord Isurus: Drunk.  

Nate/Lord Ophio: Wasted.  

Ethan Nestor-Winters: Dead.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: *trying to hide his gun behind his back* If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true, then WHOEVER’S CONTROLLING MY SIM NEEDS TO COME SEE ME BECAUSE I JUST WANNA TALK—

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Hunter/The Baron: It’s not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You’ve got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Could you maybe just like. . .stab me. . .right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

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Mark/Lord Isurus: Look, try not to roll your eyes at me, alright? I’m not in the fucking mood for that. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: . . .I don’t even have pupils anymore??

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Why do people worry when their life feels incomplete? If it was complete, they would be dead. Hunter/The Baron: . . .Do you have, like, a spirit animal to look up to? Ethan Nestor-Winters: Yeah—roosters! Because they also start every day screaming!

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Yesterday, I overheard Matt saying “Are you sure this’ll actually work?” and Mark replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Hunter/The Baron: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Mark/Lord Isurus: Matt, I’m so ready for the Twitch stream with Lady Dimestrescu! It’s gonna be so great! I bought the best laptop your money could buy! Matt/Lord Loxosceles: . . .Did you say MY MONEY? Mark/Lord Isurus: Yeah! It’s even one of those two-for-one foldable ones! Mark/Lord Isurus: *forcibly snaps the laptop’s screen back, breaking it pretty much beyond repair* Matt/Lord Loxosceles: Mark, that was nOT A FOLDABLE LAPTOP. Mark/Lord Isurus: *freezes in place, eyes welling up with tears* ...EuH. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: . . . Mark/Lord Isurus: EuH—!!! Matt/Lord Loxosceles: . . . Mark/Lord Isurus: *gingerly pulls the laptop’s screen back up, letting out a raspy sob* I tHiNk YoU bRoKe It. . !

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: *unconscious on the ground* Hunter/The Baron: Do you think he’s okay? Nate/Lord Ophio: *holding a bucket of ice water* Who cares? *dumps all of the water on Ethan’s face*

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Mark has no survival skills. His need to win has replaced them. Hunter/The Baron: Prove it. Nate/Lord Ophio: Hey, Mark! Matt said you couldn’t get to the bottom of those stairs faster than him! Mark/Lord Isurus: *Throws himself out a window at the top of the staircase*

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: This is a safety pin. Ethan Nestor-Winters: *cuts off the end of the pin* Ethan Nestor-Winters: It is now a danger pin.

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Nate/Lord Ophio: I just realized that every person is living a life as vivid and complex as my own. Nate/Lord Ophio: . . . Nate/Lord Ophio: I feel so bad for them.

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Nate/Lord Ophio: It’s called the Circle of Life because it’s POINTLESS Hunter/The Baron: Haters got you down? Nate/Lord Ophio: I show the haters how it’s DONE! By hating myself more than they ever could! Hunter/The Baron: The point of this was to tell people what the longest part of your morning routine is. Nate/Lord Ophio: FINDING THE WILL TO LIVE

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Nate/Lord Ophio: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Ethan Nestor-Winters: “Bees?”

Mark/Lord Isurus: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES!

Ethan Nestor-Winters: Wait—

[Matt/Lord Loxosceles approaches, shaking a jar of bumblebees menacingly]

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Hunter/The Baron: *narrating* But he did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

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Nate/Lord Ophio: When I admitted that I didn’t know what family I actually came from, Mark told me Mother Miranda must’ve found me in a KFC bucket next to a dumpster. Matt/Lord Loxosceles: . . .I mean, that probably is what happened. Nate/Lord Ophio: Oh crap, maybe that’s the reason why. Maybe my lackluster feelings towards their fried chicken is because subconsciously I'm reliving the trauma whenever I see their trademark bucket. My brain and cognitive dissonance won't let me completely lie to myself and say I hate their food, because fried chicken is great and I want some now, instead it just steers me away. Thank you for helping to guide me towards this epiphany, perhaps now the healing can begin.

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: I’m learning what PEMDAS stands for! Ethan Nestor-Winters: Please-End-My-Depression-And-Suffering!

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Mark/Lord Isurus: Y'know, I once knew a man who said to me, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” He also had a pair of sideburns that would cause even Jude Law’s face to weep in forfeit. You put those lemons in a sack and beat your enemies with ‘em! And maybe if you beat ‘em hard enough the bag will split open and lemon juice will spray into their eyes, causing intense burning pains as you crush them into a citrus-y pulp! Hunter/The Baron: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Their heads or the lemons? Mark/Lord Isurus: Whatever caves first!

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Ethan Nestor-Winters: Did you win? Or just not die? Ethan Nestor-Winters: Either way, hooray. Nate/Lord Ophio: . . .Is “no” a valid answer? Ethan Nestor-Winters: The hooray is redacted.

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#my writing #incorrect quotes #that bat's resident evil village au #re8 au #ethan nestor #crankgameplays #ethan nestor-winters #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #lord ophio #matthew patrick #matpat #lord loxosceles #mark fischbach #markiplier #lord isurus #hunter hughes #dookieshed #the baron

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Resident evil Omegaverse AU

Remember! im not a English mother language! so if you find some error pls tell me and i correct the error!

Omegaverse is one of my favorite drugs, if you add Mpreg you give me a very big joy! So i have decide to make my personal version of Omegaverse in Re fandom!

Some Info is inspired from @sparkie96 works!

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!!! IMPORTANT NOTE !!!

My omegaverse is slightly different than most works I've gotten my hands on! Omega males DO NOT own a vagina! but the entrance to the reproductive system is located in the rectal area! When they go into pre-heat they will have very strong abdominal cramps because the canal has a muscle that "moves" when they go into heat, to close the digestive tract and open the reproductive canal, these cramps will also be there after the heat which will last about 2/3 days (together with the pre heat and the post heat it will last approximately 6/7 days). The look doesn't differ much! the bicinii is slightly wider than normal! They won't keep them growing when pregnant! his pecs will simply swell and that's it!

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Omegaverse in RE fandom!

In the world of Resident evil, omegas are really rare (3% of the entire world population), because they have particularly difficult genes to breed!, but they are not seen as weak, needy and that must be protected. Law enforcement agencies such as Police, Special Forces and others seek them out for use in rescue missions, because due to their nature they are able to calm down and help kidnap victims, such as in the case of Ashley's kidnapping. They are trained to resist psychologically to pheromones of any kind, and to bear severe physical and psychological trauma. Betas are the highest percentage of all (about 60% of the world population), they are very normal humans, pheromones do not affect them at all, and they only use them to recognize people. Alphas make up a good percentage, but not as much as betas (about 30%), they are men who are relatively strong and dedicated to protecting the people they love.

Finished all this rant here is the list of all the characters of RE and their secondary genre!

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Rebecca Chambers: Alpha(I loved his personality in RE Vendetta! and when i scolded the two kids arguing i adored her and my mind decided she was alpha!)

Billy Coen: Beta

Albert Wesker: Alpha(Albert is an "old school" alpha, where the omegas are just slaves and shouldn't exist!)

William Birkin: Beta

Chris Redfield: Alpha

Jill Valentine: Alpha

Barry Burton: Alpha

Brad Vickers: Beta

Leon S. Kennedy: Omega/Alpha/Beta(Its genre depends a lot on the plot! In some stories he is a beta/alpha turned into an Omega, only to have to continue taking "steroids" to return to alpha or appear as a beta!)

Claire Redfield: Beta/alpha( I'm uncertain)

Ada Wong: beta

Sherry Birkin: Beta/Alpha

Hunk: beta(???)

Carlos Oliveira: Omega

Mikhail Viktor: Alpha

Nikolai Zinoviev: Beta

Steve Burnside: Beta/Omega

Ashley Graham: Omega/Beta

Ingrid Hunnigan: Alpha

Jack Krauser:Alpha(When he wasn't a jerk he was a regular alpha, when he wanted his lookout he started thinking old fashioned like Wesker.)

Parker Luciani: Beta

Keith Lumley: Beta

Jessica Sherawat: Beta

Quint Cetcham: Beta

Raymond Vester: Beta

Sheva Alomar: Alpha/Beta

Josh Stone: Beta

Excella Gionne: Beta

Moira Burton: Beta

Natalia Korda: Genderless(Because of the experiments it doesn't have a secondary genre, it's marked as beta, but I don't have it!)

Alex Wesker: Alpha(like Albert)

Jake Muller: Alpha

Helena Harper: Alpha

Piers Nivans: Beta

Carla Radames: Beta

Ethan Winters: Omega

Mia Winters: Alpha

Clancy Jarvis: Beta

Zoe Baker: Alpha

Joe Baker: Alpha

Marguerite Baker: Beta

Lucas Baker: Beta

If I have forgotten someone you are more than justified in kicking me to add it!

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Forgot to mention, that large family groups or very close friends are referred to as a "Pack", and it is normal for members of this pack to help others in need! but a person can safely decide not to join any of these packs and remain alone!

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ps, you are more than welcome to take and use these combinations or info! at least remember to give me some credit, thanks!

#leon scott kennedy #resident evil #au #ethan winters #albert wesker #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #omegaverse

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