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lovelywingsart · 28 days

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

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//And so a promise was made, far more genuine than it ever was before-

And it's up to you to decide if that promise is kept.

Quick, easy...

Done.

Happy 2 year anniversary/official end of 'Dear Mother', and thank you all for following.💙//

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Baby Redfield

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

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Not sure what this is, but I wanted to write something for Chris.

Chris knew that something was wrong the moment that he walked through the door to his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. The place was void of both her and her things, something which caused the captains heart to begin racing, something that was uncommon for him.

“Y/N…?” He called out, almost hesitantly, as though she would vanish at the sound of his voice if she was still here, which he prayed that she was. “You home?”

Silence.

His first thought, as to be expected by his line of work, was that somebody had taken her to use her against him, but that was quickly overshadowed by the fact that all her things had been taken, at least the important things, meaning that she had left willingly.

“Fuck,” the words left his mouth fast, but not as fast as his fist colliding with the door behind him. She was no where to be seen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mia asked the tearful woman sat opposite her, genuinely worried. “Y/N, he loves you. This will break his heart…”

The woman hesitated at her friend’s truthful words before responding. “There’s nothing else I can do. He’s too busy, Mia, I can’t just force a child on him.”

A sigh left Mia’s lips and she simply nodded, knowing that there was no talking her around. “Your secret is safe with me, I promise.”

Y/N’s secret was kept between the two women for many years, even when Ethan was quizzing Mia about her friends whereabouts. They had been friends long before she knew Ethan and they would ber long after he was gone, not that they would know that, of course. In fact, the secret would have gone with her to the grave had she not asked Ethan to check her ringing phone.

Ethan’s heart dropped from his chest as he read the name on the caller ID, along with the photo of the caller with a child.

“Y/N…?”

Upon hearing those words from her husband, she realised her mistake.

“You know where she is?” Ethan asked, almost angrily. “You knew where she was this entire time and didn’t tell me or Chris? What the hell, Mia!?”

“She made me promise,”

“What not to tell us that she’s been seeing somebody else and now has a kid with them? I thought she loved him?”

“The kid is his, Ethan! That’s why she left.”

It took a moment for the pair to notice the bigger man stood behind them, leaning on the doorway.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Chris spoke simply.

Y/N sighed as her call was ignored, once again, by Mia and a slight worry formed in her stomach as she wondered what was keeping her so busy, however, the toddler in front of her was more than enough to keep her occupied.

She couldn’t help but smile at the young girl who was cheerfully playing with the toys she had bought earlier that same day. She was almost a double of her father, something that Y/N couldn’t help but sigh at, missing the man she was quick to run from upon discovering the life growing in her stomach. Was it panic? Most likely. Was it also too late? Most definitely.

It was late when there was a quiet knock on the door to her home, leaving Y/N both curious and paranoid as the who was at her door. The logical assumption was that it was Mia, however, the more paranoid one was that it was a murderer; not that she couldn’t deal with that, of course.

The door opened only a tiny bit before someone was pushing their way into Y/N’s house whilst also being mindful of making much noise, as though they knew that there was a child here.

“What the-“ She began, ready to attack the intruder.

“Y/N,”

“Chris…?”

He looked older than the last time she had seen him, but he was still her handsome Chris. He seemed angry, yet worried at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” Y/ N whispered, watching the captain closely as he wandered towards her.

“I’ve come for you and our daughter,”

“How did you know?”

“Mia told Ethan to answer your call, I was there.” Chris shook his head, glancing down at the afraid woman below him. “Why did you leave?” His own voice was but a whisper, as though speaking too loudly would scare her away once again.

“Our jobs weren’t fit for a kid, Chris, yours especially.”

A quiet sigh fell from his lips and Chris reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s hand which was much smaller in comparison. They fit together just as well as before.

“I would have done anything for you both. I still will.”

Tears began to fall from her eyes and another sigh left Chris’s lips as he pulled her into his chest, enjoying the way her body relaxed into his own, her arms wrapping around his large frame.

“I missed you,” she murmured into his coat, her words being so muffled by the fabric that he hardly caught them.

“I missed you too,”

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alderaanplacesss · 7 months

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“I think you always knew, deep down.” His lips were fire on Ethan’s ear.

“That I’m fucked up?” The shakiness in his own words surprised him.

“No,” Karl’s laugh against the nape of his neck was a shiver that went straight to his groin, “that you want more.”

A Change of Heart

(New chapter on AO3)

#wintersberg #ethan winters x karl heisenberg #it’s SMUT #Wintersberg smut #Ethan x karl #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #re 8 #Ethan winters #karl heisenberg #re smut #ao3 #resident evil village fanfiction #a change of heart

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averysexyleon · 6 months

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i'm done, i've done it

total words on this entire series:

HOORAY go read it or idk leave a kudos pls means the world

also...

now what

#wintersberg #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil village fanfiction #heisenwinters #donna beneviento #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #rose winters #eveline re7

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ourmotherthemountainfic · 10 months

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Our Mother the Mountain

A Wintersberg Fanfiction. Part III.

will I make a better cover image one day?

yeah, one day.

fuck let's hope I can fit the rest of the story into 50 more chapters rofl.

This story will be updated here, as well as on my AO3.

The first work in this series is Winters and the Beast.

The second work in this series is The Lightning that Jumps Between.

#wintersberg #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #re: 8 #resident evil village fanfiction #resident evil fanfic

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revillage-jokes-and-theories · 11 months

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After saw the castle in the remake of Re4, I told me "After that, Capcom can do a remake of Re8 and offer a bigger castle for Alcina. I want to say, can we see all rooms created in the fanfictions, please ?"

#re8 #castle dimitrescu #dimitrescu #resident evil village fanfiction #resident evil village #resindent evil 4 remake #Can we see the individuals rooms of the daughters ?

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thelightningthatjumpsbetween · 10 months

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Thirty Three (pure smut ahead lol)

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

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

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Karl was hungry, and Ethan was apparently the only food on the table.

The older man was grasping the younger’s flesh, licking, tasting, growling in pleasure as he impatiently tore their clothes off. Ethan was still blushing profusely, but his innocent demeanor turned immediately lustful when the other man dipped his tousled head down toward the blond’s stomach. Teasing there, kissing, tracing his full, scratchy beard around Ethan’s shaved pubic area, and then his hip bones.

When Karl lifted his head, he paused with slightly widened eyes. Ethan’s eyes were back to black, the veins around them dark again. The blond could feel the change coming on now; he saw differently when it happened, sensed differently. Almost as though he had his own probing night vision, with sharpened focus and every sense–taste, smell, hearing, sight, touch–enhanced to a delectable level.

Ethan sighed at the pause, and the perplexed look on Heisenberg’s face. He recalled something the engineer had said earlier in the season, after chasing him into the garage. If you were a rabbit, Winters, you’d jump right in the wolf’s mouth, wouldn’t you. His hips roved upward, seeking the other man’s body, and his hard on brushed Karl’s lower stomach. He blinked, the unsettling features not disappearing.

“Am I still a rabbit, jumping in the wolf’s mouth?” Ethan taunted, his voice thick, and he clawed at Heisenberg’s hips with blackened fingers. Heisenberg’s baffled expression melted into a mischievous grin and he lowered his head again, this time seeking out Ethan’s nipples with his teeth and tongue. After this tease, he lifted his gaze once more to the stark sclerae

and said, “Whatever you are, I want.”

This vulnerable-for-Karl statement was followed by a lopsided grin as he moved his already-wet shaft toward Ethan’s entrance. The blond’s heart began thudding rapidly in anticipation of all of it–the pain, the pleasure, the way his body would respond, the way Karl would unravel inside of him. Instead of freezing as he usually did, his long legs wrapped around the dark-skinned waist, and he attempted to steady his breathing.

Pale, black-tipped fingers traced the lines across Karl’s back, finding the scars there, digging into the muscles as if to bring him closer. He was actually holding eye contact, something he always found difficult during intimate moments, but for all of Ethan’s eager body language, he said something entirely unexpected, even for him. “Say more.” It was half beseeching, half demanding.

Karl chuffed, turned on by both the begging submissive Ethan and the bratty, ‘asks for everything’ Ethan. He pushed himself against Ethan’s hole with more force. Both men moaned, kissed, moaned through the kiss, before Karl’s lips moved to give a response. His tone was low, and the agonizing throb in his groin finally met its mark fully. He spoke while entering the other, slowly, intimately.

“Whaddyou want me to say?” He was fully inside; the question ended with a grunt. Karl’s eyes met Ethan’s once more, searching for the hazel irises and seeing only black. He tried a sardonic smile again, but his brows were threaded together in clear physical overwhelm. Below him, Ethan had whimpered, then hissed, then finally stilled with a tremble in his hips to adjust to Heisenberg being fully inside him. It’s what he’d wanted, and the blond’s head was back in ecstasy, his lids low over the blackened eyes.

The engineer began to pull out as he planted soft kisses along the pale neckline, inhaling the scent of the other man with every word. “I want you, I need you. Crave you. Wanted you…From the first. To touch you, hold you, taste you. Devour you, Ethan.” Eethun. It was a whisper against the blond’s ear.

Ethan’s outrageously delicious noises met every word, and increased in volume at his own name. Karl began to move more steadily. One arm was used to prop himself up over his lover, and he pulled his other hand down to continue grabbing the soft, muscled flesh; one of the man’s long legs, his silky thigh, supple glute…all grabbed in purposeful, strong fistfuls, worked by Heisenberg’s capable thumbs. There would be bruises tomorrow.

Ethan groaned and met these powerful groping touches with his own intense, clawing grip around Karl’s shoulders. Their eyes met again, Ethan still trying to form words, trying to beg for something else. His brow was lowered, lips parted. Even though Ethan’s new transformation made the blond look less readable to Heisenberg, he realized what the ask had been for.

Heisenberg almost laughed, but the sound came out as a growl, behind sharp teeth. He knew somewhere behind those eyes that Ethan was still meeting his gaze. He did laugh, moving the hand on Ethan’s leg up to the clean-shaven jaw, settling his thumb over Ethan’s sculpted chin. The sentence was spoken with clarity, deep, as was in Karl’s nature. “I love you.”

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat; he hadn’t expected that, but he seemed to sink deeper into the bedsheets as his body finally relaxed under Heisenberg’s rapid, increasingly intense thrusts. His legs fell open, allowing the other deeper access, which he took immediately and caused the blond to cry out, before he bit his lip again and said, palms pressed to the sides of Karl’s face, combing back messy, sweaty strands, “I love you too.”

A whiskey-flavored kiss was his answer, and then Karl’s head dipped into Ethan’s neck more roughly. He was going to bite. Again Ethan met this animalistic intention with eagerness, not just his regular docile manner. He tugged at Karl’s hair, urging him forward, and cried out a, “Please, Karl,” when sharp teeth sank into his shoulder, then his chest.

Karl’s movements became harder, faster, and he lost focus on anything other than taking Ethan’s body–roughly.

Ethan was beginning to feel a familiar fuzziness around his vision and body–he was warm, panting, submissive, but the sensory overload and his awareness persisted as it usually didn’t. He’d lost the ability to dissociate, was instead deeply feeling and sensing every motion. It felt so good he wondered if he was drunk. His muscles were heavy, useless; he held on to Karl with all of his strength. He’d gotten what he asked for; the blond’s eyes closed not from overwhelm this time, but from pure bliss.

When he was relaxed, sated, eyes closed, that’s when Ethan felt it; a strange buzz, a pricking feeling. Then calloused fingertips, hovering over his thighs, then his nipples, ribs. Another laugh-growl from Karl, and the blond’s eyes shot open to see Karl sitting up, still pressing into him, but his fingers now danced with small electrical arcs across Ethan’s lower stomach. Each jolt made the blond jump, and he stared with what could only be called shock and admiration at Heisenberg.

Just when Ethan might have cried out again, or attempted an insult, Heisenberg gripped the blond’s soaking wet hard on and stroked him several times, almost causing Ethan to orgasm on the spot. Instead he writhed under the weight of the other man, caught between the broad strokes from warm hands, and the ache deep inside, where Karl’s strokes were massaging his prostate. Ethan’s breath was ragged and he grabbed anything he could; bedsheets, Karl’s hips, the pillow, as the other’s fingers danced back up his ribs, the pain almost comparable to a blade.

Karl fell forward, his frankly maniacal chuckle sending shivers up Ethan’s spine. When the brunette’s face lowered to lap around the burning, aching bite marks, Ethan again put his fingers through the long tangles, which were now damp from exertion. He had no idea how his voice even continued to work when the rest of his body was incapable. Well, other than the part that was aching, screaming for release, but was currently throbbing, ignored.

“I want you to-” he spoke through the fast-paced rhythm of Karl’s aggressive thrusts, “Bite my neck–really bite it–I want to feel it all.”

One of their favorite love languages was the one that Ethan never dreamed he would enjoy; one day Karl bit him enough to bruise, and over time he became more aggressive, and had apologized for his animalistic urges. Ethan knew why they existed, but he found himself craving more, and had said so. When Heisenberg complied the next time they were intimate, Ethan’s cries of pain and terror were–apparently–very much a turn-on for Heisenberg, and something he apologized profusely for, after he’d come to his senses again. But despite Ethan’s fears, he enjoyed it, and had not yet learned how to work out the dissociation or his dependence on it.

They often worked a delicate dance around these many conflicting items; Ethan’s newfound and strange (to him) desire to feel taken, loving having his skin clamped onto, his want to feel radiating pain and intensity from an animalistic, lust-fueled mutant–something that had before caused him to dissociate and sometimes, nearly black out. And Karl’s aversion to losing control, his disgust at what he was, paired with his great satisfaction when he carved into the soft, moonlight-hued skin and got to taste flesh, fear, sometimes the tantalizing tinge of copper.

But one thing was understood by both during this exploration; Karl was always holding back, had never used the full strength his mutated body allowed him to have. Ethan was able to read into those thoughts, see the horrors that could occur when Karl’s instincts led him, the way his siblings’ instincts had led them. It was dangerous. So both had always agreed this “limit” was for the best.

For the second time that night Karl pulled back, sitting up. His expression was almost confused–his pace slowed, his eyebrows rose as he shook his head in seeming disbelief. “I…”

“I want it,” Ethan said again, half begging, half demanding, his blackened eyes now accompanied by grey-tinges on his lips. Karl’s lips were parted as he gazed down at the blond. Ethan moved below him, grinding his hips upward, tightening his grip, causing Karl to moan despite his aversion to the idea.

After a slight attempt at recovery, the brunette gathered the blond’s torso in his shoulders and lifted Ethan; Karl sat on his haunches and the blond was shifting to keep Karl inside of him. As if he were reasoning with a petulant teenager, Heisenberg said gently, his own past weighing heavily on his mind, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Ethan breathed. He was sitting upright, allowed himself to be pulled onto the other’s lap. “I’ll heal. I promise.”

Heisenberg was slightly appeased, simply from the blond’s assuredness. Something about Ethan’s darkened features made him seem more resolute, more certain; his tongue was on Karl’s neck, then ear, as he began to press down, riding the older man. After eliciting a few grunts from Heisenberg, Ethan began to glide forward and back in a rocking motion. This sent unbearable explosions through the engineer. He trembled, trailing his hand gently over the arch in Ethan’s back as he allowed the other to rile him up, convincing him with his body.

Karl gazed at the gorgeous form that now controlled their pace, and again wrapped a hand around Ethan’s erection, smiling at how the blond’s pace picked up as he thrusted into Karl’s grip. Ethan tilted his head at the smile, as if he didn’t understand, and Heisenberg held rather firmly to the blond’s neck as he murmured, “You do want it, don’t you.” His lips grazed Ethan’s ear, where he nipped at the lobe. “Jumping in the wolf’s mouth.”

The other man simply leaned into the hand that held his neck, grinding his hips in an almost desperate way. “Yes.” His lids closed again as he was lost to his own pleasure. This confident, almost selfish display was watched by Heisenberg, who was equally mesmerized and on the brink of explosion. Abruptly the brunette pulled his partner away from him; withdrawing with a sharp grunt. Ethan was such deadweight that he easily buckled when Karl turned him with speed, aggression; he collapsed onto his stomach with his legs shaking, but already spread.

Karl plunged into Ethan again, not hesitating at all as he began to drill toward his final minutes of ecstasy. His labored grunts were met with the breathy moans of the other man, but Ethan’s legs didn’t buckle. He was pushing back, meeting Karl’s strokes, not allowing the other to withdraw. Grinding into him wordlessly, driving the man closer to the edge.

Heisenberg reached forward and grasped Ethan’s neglected, throbbing erection once more, but the blond covered the hand with his own. Through very broken, labored gasps, he cried, “Wait–let me–with you.”

This last request was it; Karl could take no more. He also couldn’t deny Ethan anything he asked for, apparently. His hand slid to the blond’s hip, and he used his other hand to pull Ethan back by the neck. A rapid, strong pulse burst repeatedly under Heisenberg’s warm hand. Without meaning to, he sent a small current through his fingertips, causing Ethan to emit a strangled, choked cry. The sound should not have been as enticing as it was; Heisenberg ground his teeth, but his head was already dipping toward the other’s neck.

Ethan writhed underneath him, not trying to get away, but trying to position his neck and shoulders better. Trying to give Karl more room to take him. It was too good to be true. If Karl had trepidations, they were lost in the recesses of his mind; his nose moved, lips brushing, searching the skin. Not just the skin–he could sense everything under it. The scapula there, the cervical spine there, now he felt the tendons in the neck, the blood vessels. Where the arteries and veins pulsed the strongest, his teeth dragged, seeking just the right spot. There was an urgency to his actions, but also a drunken, almost stupefied overwhelm. Ethan’s body called to him.

So he relented, finally using the extent of his strength and artificial, mutated instinct to clamp down on that sweet spot, and then clamping harder, slowly shaking his head to pull on the edges of the flesh. He ensured that his strokes inside of Ethan were sharp, pronounced and deep as his arms moved to fully pin the blond. It looked like a bear hug, with Ethan’s arms caught in it, and his fingers flexed in the embrace as he cried out; until the crushing weight of Heisenberg’s arms around him rendered him out of breath. Then Winters simply gasped, and the two lowered to the bed, Karl buried deep inside Ethan as he tensed one final time, then released.

His jaws were locked, the chunk of flesh between them torn, and blood began to flow around him as he felt himself emptying–pulse, another pulse–Ethan’s whimpers and twitching hips were the signal of his own precipice and Heisenberg moved one hand down to milk the contractions, feeling each pulse through his fingertips, and under his teeth as well. Karl wanted to praise Ethan, urge him into the depth of his orgasm, but he was so foggy with the prize of the other man’s taste in his mouth that he could only groan a satisfied sound. Ethan began to quiver as he came, sinking down in Heisenberg’s arms and forcing the brunette’s head down with him. Karl was swallowing warm sips of tangy blood that pooled in his mouth and on Ethan’s skin until he gulped.

Slowly they came down together, a now concerned Heisenberg releasing his mouth from the mark–what felt like a mark of true ownership, now–and instead licking at the wound, nudging Ethan as he continued to hug him protectively. They were still connected below, as well, and after a few minutes of silent, steadying breaths, Karl paused in his strange ritual to survey the blond. His head lifted curiously and he stared at the bloody bite mark, then the limp posture of Ethan.

“Papa?”

“Watch this.” Ethan’s fingers were still blackened; Karl frowned, but watched, as Ethan’s hand untangled from his grasp and lifted to his own shoulder. With a pass of those fingertips, the wound closed in a shower of golden sparks. It happened faster than any wound had ever closed. Karl’s eyes lit up in shock as Ethan’s hand dropped back down.

“How’d you do that?”

Ethan shrugged an ‘I dunno’ then smiled from his spot under the broader man.

“Don’t stop…I like when you clean me.”

Karl chuckled, but obeyed; his tongue lapped over the now-closed wound, focused on the ridges and dips of Ethan’s skin as he worked to remove the coppery, sweet-tasting blood from the man. It had a salty undertaste as it mixed with sweat, and it didn’t taste entirely human; Karl’s animal DNA was just present enough for him to discern by scent and taste, the difference between other creatures. Blood, meat, or otherwise.

Karl paused between lapping and suckling gently.

“Did it hurt?”

“I wanted it to.” Ethan’s tone was teasing, as if he found the question silly.

“Did it hurt bad? Was it too much?” Heisenberg’s former losses of control ended in death. They always had. The sight of the wound had been harrowing for him–him, the scientist who saw the goriest, grisliest losses of life-but this was different. He had been relieved when Ethan healed it.

The blond shifted his hips and back, snuggling closer to the engineer, and sighed warmly when the tongue returned to his shoulder area.

“It felt like…you were claiming me. Keeping me. Holding me in place for you to use.”

Another pause from Karl, a confused eyebrow raised. “I mean, haven’t you always accused me of that?”

“I guess I know the difference now,” Ethan chuckled. “I just thought you were serious before. This was….different. It was special. It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”

“Hmm,” Karl decided, tending again to the still-wet blood with a soft, steady tongue.

“By the way…Karl?”

“Hmm?”

Something sweet, some dumb, wonderful, sickeningly honey-filled Ethan Winters sentence, was about to roll off of those wonderfully plump, bitten, suckable lips. Heisenberg was ready for it.

“I’m going to the castle tonight.”

“WHAT?”

#wintersberg #resident evil village fanfiction #ethan winters

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nadare-writer · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ethan Winters/Mia Winters, Karl Heisenberg/Ethan Winters Characters: Ethan Winters, Mia Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Chris Redfield, Rosemary Winters (Resident Evil), Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Game: Resident Evil 8 | VILLAGE, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Ending, Color Blindness, Mental Link, Bisexuality, Ethan Winters Accepts Karl Heisenberg's Deal, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Team Up, BAMF Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Bending Canon Until It Breaks, Weekly Updates Summary: With the Baker House incident firmly behind him and Mia, Ethan looks forward to a peaceful life despite knowing he has another soulmate somewhere in the world beyond his wife. When Mother Miranda strikes, taking what is near and dear to him, Ethan will soon find what he's been missing and discover new things about himself at the same time.

#resident evil 8 #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #slash #resident evil village #soulmate au #canon divergent au #karl heisenberg/ethan winters #slash fanfiction #color blindness #memories exchange #resident evil 8 fanfiction #resident evil village fanfiction #wintersberg #nadarefanfic #multiple soulmates #enemies to lovers #alternate ending #karl heisenberg lives

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lovelywingsart · 2 months

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

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//He really does try his best despite it all, and at least he has a point...

For now.//

(I'm tired and this took *alot* more energy than I thought, but it's done... One or two more to go.)

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nekoprankster218 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ethan Winters/Mia Winters, Chris Redfield & Mia Winters Characters: Mia Winters, Rosemary Winters (Resident Evil), Ethan Winters, Chris Redfield, Karl Heisenberg Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, One Shot, Mafia AU, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mentioned Claire Redfield, minor character at the end can be read as Leon Kennedy, anyone else is free to tho, note: the ending is left open and I have no plans to continue the AU so fair warning, Unresolved Series: Part 25 of Popular Fanfiction Tropes the Series (based on the ColeyDoesThings videos), Part 47 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

When Mia discovers the late night intruder is her own husband, the night escalates to a point she can't trust anyone in the whole city... save for one man.

#resident evil fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fanfic #resident evil village fanfiction #re village fanfic #re village fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 link #my writing #my fanfic writing #mafia au #oneshot #my post #my posts

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alderaanplacesss · 8 months

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“Something changed in you, didn’t it?” Karl asked, thrilled that Ethan’s grip was tightening. “The first time you watched someone die. Or, perhaps, when you saw your fingers dislodged from your body?”

Ethan’s sharp cheeks were red, his eyes wide.

“And when you touch a wound, what is it you feel?” Karl guided the man’s bad hand to the hole in his shirt, and leaned in.

“Is it lust?”

Change of Heart on Ao3

#Wintersberg #yeah it’s about to turn into smut obviously #re 8 #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #karl hesienberg #Ethan winters #Ethan x Karl #Wintersberg fic #ethan winters x karl heisenberg #resident evil village fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fic #resident evil ao3 #archive of our own #my fic #re8 fanfiction

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averysexyleon · 1 year

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So um about the second book 👉👈

For what we'll see Lords aka how they will serve the story, seemingly second book will be about them! If you can explain it without giving spoilers haha

Or just talk about the second book about what you want to talk, I'm giving you the chance to talk about everything you want to talk about it with this ask lol — I'm a writer too and I know that feeling when we want to ramble about our fics but didn't have appropriate chance lol

So ramble about second book as how you wish, for now without spoilers!

YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU ASK

but I very much appreciate the asking!!!

When i realized at some point that I was writing a whole ass NOVEL, I started thinking about the ending that I wanted...and the ending that I want is kinda...not possible. You know the end of the disney beauty and the beast where everything in ruin turns to gold and everybody transforms back into human? that was kind of what I wanted, hence the name....it was supposed to be directly beauty and the beast.

but I don't feel that's the right ending, it was just what my heart wanted, so I started thinking backwards. Why CAN'T that happen, why CAN'T everything just go back to perfect without miranda around? this led me down so many routes thinking about why the mold is the way it is.

So it answered a few questions, which I'll ask here, but not tell the answers to. But these are questions that the story will answer:

Why did the mold respond to Miranda, and how did she come to wield its power and think that it was a God?

What happened to the medieval society with four kings? How did they use the mold, and why did their "utopia" come to an end?

What happens to ALL of the people who died and were catalogued by the mold?

What role if any does the purifying crystal (from shadows of rose) play in these mold powers?

Why is Eva so powerful -- on par with Miranda, and able to evade her while in the mold's consciousness?

The Lords will all have a shot at redemption as well, and I have plans for Karl, Alcina, and Donna. Moreau is still a wild card to me but I figure once I start writing more, I'll figure out his role if he has one. I will give a slight spoiler and say that not everyone gets a SUPER happy ending, because I like angst. Now's the time for any super-fans of Salvatore Moreau to step up and tell me what they want his life to be like HAHA.

What else. I decided I'm not done by Eveline, which was kind of hinted at when her crystal poked Ethan in the last chapter LOL. poor ethan.

OH uh....Karl's family will have a role in this book, as well as the key that he keeps on bothering Ethan by obsessing over. hahaha.

I think that's all I've got for now. This just makes me want to go write :D thanks again for the ask!

#resident evil village #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fanfiction #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #ethan winters #re8 eva #re7 eveline

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onlyv4use · 2 months

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GUYS DOES THIS MEAN MIRANDA BLEACHES HER HAIR😭

i cant imagine, this high village priestess, goddess, cult leader, powerful, homicidal woman; bleaching her hair blonde😭😭

#mother miranda #fanfiction #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda x mc #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil village #resident lover

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revillage-jokes-and-theories · 1 year

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Short Fanfiction #2

_ Mother ?

Cassandra searching the countess in the Opera House. But, in place, she found a diary of an experience on the writing desk.

“Bela awoke the first, so, in the next days of the experiment, I decided that she will be the eldest. I know that Cassandra is the eldest, but I think that she needs to have somebody, between her and me, who commanded her when i couldn't. She’s really... unstable.”

_ Cassandra ? You’re here ?

Cassandra heard the voice of Bela. Her scythe is ready. She grunts.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #Re8 #resident evil village fanfiction #castle dimitrescu #dimitrescu #short fanfiction

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