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tacticaldiary · 11 months

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It Was Never Supposed to Be You

Pairing: Ethan Winters x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

They’re both strung up under the eye of Lady Dimitrescu, and Ethan’s forced to watch the love of his life endure a taste of what he’s used to going through. It ignites a rage in him he didn’t know was possible.

A/N: A reimagining of the scene where Ethan gets strung up with sickles.

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She doesn’t see it coming. Neither of them do.

Screams tear out of both their throats as the three woman cackle at them, dragging them along the floor. Panicked, she struggles to get out of the grasp the blonde one has around her ankle, looking over at Ethan to get a sense of the situation.

Her blood runs cold when she notes that he’s not being dragged by his limbs.

There are sickles pierced through his ankles, dragging him along the floor. Blood trails on the marble floors of the castle and urgency slams into her. She had to stop this, to save them, to get them out of here and check if he was okay and find Rose and-

They’re thrown into a room, weak and gasping for breath when the towering figure arrives, looming over them with bloodstained lips and a deathly complexation.

Ethan’s ragged breath reaches her ears as he immediately shuffle his way in front of her, extending out an arm to shield her from the new hostiles.

She gets a closer look at him, his legs bleeding, a pool of crimson puddling beneath him. It makes her sick, seeing her boyfriend’s physical indication of such hurt.

They had come here to find Rose after Mia had come over to visit Rose. Ethan and her had separated a year after the Louisiana incident, and he’d found happiness in somebody else, in her. Mia came over to visit Rose, but their dinner was rudely interuppted by Chris Redfield shooting her dead in the middle of dinner. She’d never get the ringing of the bullets out of her head. They were taking her away, they were taking Ethan away, and when she’d tried to defend Rose, to shield her and run, she’d been knocked out and taken as well.

It was a horrible chain of events. Rose was gone, the village was overrun, and most importantly, four women looked down at them like they wanted to devour them.

“Mother,” One of the women says gleefully. “We bring you fresh pray.”

“You are so very kind to me, daughters.” The tall one grins, cocking her head as if to size them up.

“Stay behind me.” Ethan breathes, staring up at them in turn, frantically trying ot click together a plan of action. She clutches onto the back of his jacket, a small sense of comfort.

She’s fully ready to shove him out of the way and take the brunt of whatever was to be thrown at them, that much she knows. She loves this man just as much as he loves her, and it was only logical that if it came down to her life or his, she’d choose Ethan’s every time.

Rose deserved to have a father, after all.

She would not let that bundle of sunshine become an orphan. Not of her watch.

“Let’s have a closer look at them, shall we?” She taunts, striding closer. “Ethan Winters.” She drawls, then her eyes flick over to her. “And his lovely companion. I see you’ve escaped my foolish little brother’s games.”

“What do you want?” She spits out, feeling Ethan stiffen under her grasp. “Where’s Rose?”

Fearless. It was one of the qualities that had drawn Ethan to her in the first place. Ready to take on anything thrown at her, she did not mind in the slightest that he had his demons. Rather, she did her best to fight them alongside him, soothing him during the rough night in a way Mia never could do, helping him through the tests and the demands of the BSAA.

But right now that bravery instills in him a fear so potent it stuns him.

She is ignored, almost as if she had never spoken in the first place. The woman seems far too taken with Ethan, approaching him. “Let’s see how special you really are.” She sneers, clicking her fingers.

The both of them struggle and yell in protest as two of the younger women rip her away from Ethan, off to the side, their grips cold and unrelenting as they hold her down.

“Get the fuck away from him!” She snarls, struggling as the tall woman approaches a pale Ethan with a knife. He looks unwell, and she knows that he’s already rather weak to begin with. Always one to push forward, always insisting he take the lead and the brunt of the damage during all of their encounters. She never lets him, but he manages to protect her anyway, sustaining injuries that would have made her collapse and still pushing through anyway.

Ethan chokes out a gasp as the knife slices through his bandaged palm. She watches in horror as the woman...licks? Licks the blood off of his hand, drinking it in greedily. Sick. These people were sick.

“Hmm. Going a little stale. I’d assume the same for the other one.” She hums thoughtfully. It makes her stomach turn.

They go on about devouring them, who gets the first taste, but all she can focus on is Ethan, kneeling there exceptionally pale and panting, trying and failing to get himself to move, to act.

“...later there will be enough for everyone.” The woman chuckles. “Put them up!” She orders, and before she can make sense of what the woman means, two of the girls approach Ethan with the sickles from before.

He screams as they hook through both his hands, right through flesh and bone, lets out another choked cry as he’s yanked up by chains and strung there, gasping heavily. “Let me...Let me down!” He chokes out.

“Ethan!” She screams, voice cracking, her struggle intensifying. Shit. Shit.

“Don’t think we forgot about you.” A voice whispers in her ear. The two women approach her, another set of sickles in hand.

“No...no!” She yells, struggling to no avail, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

“Get-...” Ethan coughs, voice shaky. “Stay the fuck away...away f-from her.” He spits out weakly.

It’s not enough.

White hot pain cuts through her hands as two sickles impale themselves through her palms. She shouts her pain and doubles over, screaming again when she’s yanked up off of her feet just like Ethan.

It hurts. It hurts in a way she never thought any kind of pain could. Taking off of her weight, her hands feel like they’re on fire, agony coursing through her muscles. The pained sob tears out of her throat without permission as she squeezes her eyes shut.

There’s cackling, footsteps, mumbled conversations amongst themselves, and then the click of the door shutting.

Silence. Just two sets of labored breathing mixed with the occasional whimpers.

“Are-are you okay?” Ethan grits out. He’s trembling, in agony, but his first thought is of whether she’s okay.

“F-fine.” She gasps out. “Have to- have to get out.” The words cut themselves off with another involuntary sob. It hurts. It really fucking hurts.

“Shit.” She hears him curse under his breath. He shakily looks up at his hands, the gears in his head turning. He swallows, seemingly coming to a decision. She can’t catch what his intentions are quick enough, because before she can protest, he draws in a long, shaky breath-

And yanks until the sickle tears right through his palm.

His pained scream echoes out through the hall, and it makes her eyes sting with tears. “Ethan...” She gasps. “St-stop that. You’re hurting yourself.” She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut as he ignores her, and does the same to his other hand, another sound cracking through the room.

His body hits the floor with a sickening thump, and she can hear him trying to calm himself down, to steady his breathing while he stumbles over to her.

“I’ve-I’ve got you.” He pants, trying to steady his voice for her. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Hands bleeding, he stumbles over to the chains spiked into the wall, holding her up. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain that clutching his knife brings him, he wedges the blade into the mechanism and pushes down until it breaks.

She’s weightless for a moment, and then she hits the ground. The pressure off of her hands is a relief, but the sight of them right in front of her, impaled makes her sick and dizzy.

Hands on her shoulder, bloody and shaky, but warm and familiar. “You’re alright.” He assures her. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

“There’s still in my hands.” She breathes out slowly, trying to calm herself.

Ethan clenches his jaw and nods. “I’m gonna get them out, okay? It’ll-It’ll hurt like a bitch but we have to do it.”

She nods. There’s no way around this. She has to get them out. “Shit, okay just-just do it.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she bares her hands at him.

Ethan guides her head to his shoulder, telling her to brace herself. Pressing her forehead to him, she nods, readying herself.

The first sickle out makes black dots float around her vision.

The second one out brings up the bile that’s been churning in her stomach. Leaning to the side, she vomits up the small rations they’ve eaten hours and hours ago, coughing and heaving. Ethan holds her hair out of her face, shaking just as much as she is, whispering that they were alright.

Once she’s finished, she coughs and straightens up sluggishly, trying to catch her breath. She finds Ethan looking at her intently, watching her for a moment and she thinks she might have caught something like guilt in his soft eyes.

Unable to stomach that, she looks away, catching sight of a green bottle propped onto the dresser. “Ethan.” She gestures to it, pulling herself to her feet with great difficulty and stumbling over to it.

She brings the bottle to him and uncorks it, grabbing his hands to pour the miracle liquid over them, when it’s plucked straight out of her hands.

“You first,” Ethan says shakily, not giving her a chance to protest. He pours the liquid over both of her hands in turn, making sure the wounds stitch close before letting her tug the bottle away.

The cool liquid over his hands tears a relieved sigh out of him, the pain ebbing away and subsiding.

For a moment, they both flex their hands, testing the function of their fingers in mutual silence, checking themselves over for how they feel.

Then she launches herself onto him, Ethan’s arms wrapping around her waist instinctively. She kisses him urgently, quick but meaningful.

“I thought we were going to die.” She mumbles against his lips. “Scared me to death.”

“Me too.” He admits when she pulls away. His eyes roam over her body as if scared he’d suddenly find another massive stab wound or puncture. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.” She chuckles nervously. “We’re alright.” He nods in agreement.

“We’re fine.” He confirms, trying to convince both her and himself. He stands and offers her a hand, pulling her to her feet. “We have to keep going.” He says, looking around the room but keeping her hand in a firm grip, lacing their fingers together.

“Let’s go find Rose.” She agrees. “I’m setting those bitches on fire the next time I see them.”

“Agreed.”

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(16/06/2023)

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cho-aaacho · 6 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Reading Together

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Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Reading Together, Picnics, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober Day 20)

The dappled trees gently caressed Ethan's face, their yellowing leaves creating a coolness in the good afternoon breeze. The ray of sunshine wrapped him in its warmth, coloring the entire scene with a vibrant, clear blue sky.

He tilted his head and narrowed his gaze. A sun-kissed glow is transforming into his best friend, at least this day. A good romantic picnic with you becomes his cute agenda for sharing his tender love with you.

A soft smile unfurled upon his lips as he observed your peaceful figure, nestled softly on his lap. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful view he had seen, and suddenly, with his fingertips, he traced the delicate contour of your nose with tenderness and a soft touch, trying to feel your warmth on his radar.

"Ethan," you mused with a playful tone. "Stop touching my face when I'm sleeping."

You let your eyelids slowly open, revealing your annoyance. "I don't like it!"

With a mischievous chuckle, he leaned closer to your face, capturing your face with his eyes. His lips brushed your nose tip, placing a slight yet sweet kiss on your eyelids as a final gesture.

He says it in a gentle tone. "Hmm, I have something evil inside my mind, and I must release whatever it is, sweetheart. That creature told me to touch your cute face because if I didn't do that, I would die!"

"Huh? Don't say something stupid, Ethan! That's why you should stop reading a horror novel!"

A romantic picnic with Ethan isn't that bad, and who couldn't resist his pleading gaze? And sharing his affection with you with those love-loving eyes?

How did you get away with all of this? No one could escape from this heaven.

You stir from his lap, playfully pinching his cheek in annoyance. But instead of irritation, Ethan tenderly cups your cheeks, his affection locking your eyes, and he seals a kiss on your sweet lips, placing a long yet tender kiss until you get overwhelmed with them.

A gentle breeze blows through your hair, weaving an ethereal connection between the two of you. As his final card, he plants another sweet kiss on your ear and whispers, "So what should I do to make your sleepiness come back again, my dear?"

"That's a tricky question. Because I know you are planning another stupid idea inside your head. I know what your head is thinking about me."

He giggled, shaking his head as he gently tapped the top of your head. "Hmm, how about if I read you a good novel?"

"Wait, what? Are you—"

"Come on! All you can do is just snuggle against my shoulder or chest and let my tender voice become your sweet lullaby. I know you'll love this!"

"Well, okay. If you said so, but what kind of book do you read for me?"

"Oh, you will know."

As the sands of time flowed gently, you found yourself nestled in the cozy cushion of his chest. Ethan's arm formed a protective circle around your waist, offering his affection in his embrace and comforting you with another touch from his fingertips.

In the stillness, his heartbeat became a romantic lullaby that surrounded you with his magic. His voice resonated like a harmony from the seventh heaven, making you drift into a blissful slumber, like a leaf in the autumn.

Note : Whoaaa I don't know if the prompt is correct. But thank you for reading. I'm still thinking about the next part. I'm having a hard time choosing between Jake and Piers. I try to get into the game (RE-6) and read their files to know their traits and personalities. Well, wish me luck!

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