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Chapter 14, I am so sorry it took so long. Preview:  "What do you think you'll even achieve with that? You know where we are."

"True but it would make me feel better." A smug laugh bordering on condescension, she was looking at him as if he was a child waving around a toy. Annoying that he knows she's right, she's already dead, can't re-kill someone no matter how much he kind of wants to. Seeing as she hasn't moved to do anything to him, he slowly lowers the gun, letting out a huff. Room felt suffocating to him, dark and dungeon-like, with cells along the wall near where she stood. A test chamber, research lab, and a prison rolled all in one and it fit the owner perfectly; gruesome and without an ounce of mercy.

“I do wonder why now, you seem very intent on avoiding me this whole time.” Confusion coloured his face, racking his brain on when had she ever tried to contact him, to reach out. Then the memories flooded in, those damn images that made him sick to his stomach of how she experimented on the villagers, treating human beings like mere objects. Was she expecting some sort of camaraderie? Because they had both been hosts to this eldritch mess? That he would even agree with all she had done?! Resisting the urge to lift his gun again, he threw a glare her way, teeth grinding to bite back the words he truly wanted to spit out.

“Like you were going to leave me alone. I run this ship now so you won’t be fucking getting your way!” Okay, so that was a bit of a bluff, he wasn’t sure if he was actually running this thing or the mold was doing it through him. Either way he was the helm and there was no way in hell she was ever going to be in charge again. 

“Bold words for someone who probably never meant to come here, Mr. Winters.”

“Fuck you!” She didn’t look disturbed in the slightest by his words or his anger. In fact, she was sitting there like some patient mother indulging in a child’s tantrum. Why did he even bother to come here? There was nothing he could do or say that was going to change her and frankly, he could care less if she did. Rather he just wanted her to disappear and leave them all alone, eternity with mother dearest sitting in the back of the car wasn’t on the top of his list. Or even the bottom of it, for that matter. 

“Why even summon me? You know I’d just tell you to fuck off. You can’t even do anything to me.”

“So sure of that, are you?”

One day Jeremy and Michael are both seriously injured on a job and are down for the count for a while. Trevor obviously needs to find someone to cover their muscle jobs for a bit (Ryan tends to be too sadistic for beat 'em up jobs and Trevor refuses to mention the 'geoff volunteers to bring the rukus with nothing but a baseball bat' incident) so he has to look outside the crew.

Trevor finds out about the new blood to the area, and while he's wary of the fact she doesn't seem very phsyically intimidating, he's desperate to find someone to fill the spot before he's left with having to send Matt out as muscle. So, Fiona comes in for her "interview" and before she even gets to meet Trevor and Geoff she's threatening Ryan in his full vagabond gear and offering to arm wrestle Jack. She is just as unexpected to the fahc as she is to their enemies.

- (Brotherhood Era)

- Go to haunted house

- Prom suggests it to Noct cause he saw a poster or saw an ad on his phone

- Prom gets hella scared and is clinging to Noct trying to hide behind him

- Noct is pretty ok

- Until something jumps out like right in front of him

- Then they’re both screaming and running through this thing

- Brought Ignis and Gladio with them

- Ignis waited outside (is he scared? Just wanted to be ready when the prince came out crying? Who knows)

- Gladio isn’t affected by the stuff since he knows all the tricks and stuff behind it

- Totally tries to help scare Noct and Prom tho

- Eventually they both end up hiding behind Gladio and running to the end (why else would the prince need a shield)

- Once they get out Prom’s crying, Noct’s still shaken and paranoid but trying not to show it, Gladio’s laughing his ass off at them and Iggy is muffling his giggles and sighing?? He knew this would happen.

- As Iggy drives them all back to the Citadel he and Gladio make comments about seeing things or scary stuff happening lately

Preview of the chapter:

He’s sure of it now; this was probably the worst idea he’s had in a while. Though with his track record, that’d be an amazing feat to accomplish. However, standing in front of the Beneviento manor once more, this definitely would rank very high on the list of incredibly bad ideas to have. Breath shapes itself in the cold air, disappearing into the haze that seems to be a constant around this valley, waterfall rushing behind very picturesque. Creepiness factor aside, this does seem like the type of view you’d see in a painting or a postcard.

Right. Come to the village! We have monsters and creepy dolls! A muffled snort drew from his breath and he started walking closer, shoes crunching the gravel underneath as he walked through the gate. Everything felt so muted here, a replica of its owner perhaps? Far enough away and tucked more into the mountain side seemed to keep this area rather intact, almost like nothing had happened at all. No change, no movement; nothing. As stagnant as it was from when he last set foot here. Honestly he thought that would have been the last time, but what Alcina said had been bothering him. That he might not be seeing the other two because he hasn’t spent any time in the places of their death, not like with her where he practically lived in the castle for a while.

Chapter 6 is here! Small preview: “Fuck me, I’m the wife.” Words hissed out in a whisper, vocalised without him even thinking.

“Huh?” Grin was drawn down, brows knitted as the older man looked confused. “I mean, that was the plan but what was that about a wife?” Blue eyes opened wide, shit, shit, he had said that outloud. Cheeks were now bright in colour, desperately using his hands to hide his face. Not able to see the gears turn in the other’s head before a much different grin spread.

“N-nothing. Just a stupid thought. Forget it.” What the hell was he thinking? Holy shit, how could he say that outloud? Maybe he actually has gone mad. True they had been...well, screwing each other but it hadn’t been romantic at all, at least not in Ethan’s opinion. Then there was the house, the way Heisenberg’s honesty helps soothes his doubts about himself, that the man was actually helping him try to learn what the fuck he was. Even becoming a fixture in Ethan’s life, though he didn’t sleep here, Heisenberg practically came over almost every day, sitting at the same table with him and Rose, and it had become...normal.

“You saying you’re my wife then? Because I believe that’s what came out of your mouth.” Another groan, goddamnit, he couldn’t have left it alone. Peeking past his hands he expected to see a mocking smile, body all but screaming that Heisenberg won some weird competition Ethan had no idea they were involved in. While the grin did border on almost teasing there was an expecting glint in the other’s eyes. Ethan swears if Heisenberg had a tail it’d be wagging, how the hell was a dirty man like him adorable sometimes?

“Hardly. Even if you did build me a house, I know you just hated that castle more.” Tonal change, bite back to subdue the embarrassment but Heisenberg had other plans, body fully pining Ethan to the spot now. 

Chapter 2 of Deal, here’s a small preview:

“Ah, Ethan. Good evening. I trust that you slept well?”

“About as well as I can, thanks Duke.” Ethan breathed out, watching the Duke nod his head with that charming smile before continuing. “Actually, thank you for everything. I don’t think I would have been able to save her without your help.” Duke was still smiling, putting up a hand to stop him with a warm chuckle.

“My boy, I only provided the services you need to help you along your path. It was your own doing that made you succeed.”

“Oh, sure, and I didn’t do jack shit?” Ethan sighs, turning to face the older man who seemed to have stopped whatever project he’d been working on to join the conversation. Arms crossed, those glasses definitely didn’t hide the look of annoyance put right on display. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t goad the man who could bend metal to his absolute will and probably toss him clear across the field, but Ethan was tired and didn’t claim to be a genius.

“I said thank you and you told me I was being weird.”

“T-that was for the shelter. Which I had to drag your ass to before that fucking plant abomination ate you or the bomb! Or, you know, everything!”

“Everything? You stabbed me in the stomach and dragged me to Miranda when we first met! You fucking had lycans chase my ass through death traps!”

“You survived, I made it easy! Besides, she was watching! I couldn’t just...let you up and say hey nice to meet you, lovely village isn’t it, WANT TO KILL MY MOTHER?! Think for a damn moment!” Okay, fuck, fair point but Ethan still had a right to be pissed about it.

“Well, I’m not thanking you for that! I am grateful you helped me save Rose and that you saved us from the bomb, I really am.”

“And?” And, what? What else was there? Before the deal Heisenberg had him running his ass through a whole nest of Lycans, granted he did give the flask like he said and he did keep up his end of the deal. There was literally nothing else except for the man weirdly mocking and teasing him throughout.

Chapter 10 of Deal is now up (thank you to everyone for the fanworks made inspired by this, I am so eternally grateful!)

“I stand corrected, Ethan Winters, it does appear that you have some taste after all.” Ruby red lips stained the rim of crystal as dark wine was sipped gently, replaced back to the small end table with the grace of a swan’s wing. “Though you must admit it was hard for me to think otherwise when you consort with that...that…”

“Karl?”

“ Ugh ! Even his first name is as repugnant as those worn, vile rags he used as clothing.” Ethan tried to stop himself from snorting but her face scrunched up so dramatically that it broke the staunch air of grace she reinforces in every muscle movement. Childish is what it was, hilariously jarring for such a poised individual.

“I’ll admit the stench was something to get used to though he’s actually able to have new clothes now. Didn’t seem like you guys got much in the way of shopping…” Except he knew Alicina had about twenty of the same damn dress up in that closet. At least she was consistent.

“Oh do not defend his actions, it was not like baths or washing was forbidden. Choosing to roll in your own grime and filth should not mean subjecting the rest of us to it. How hard would it have been for him to wash the disgusting garments?”

“I don’t think I saw any maids or anything like that in his factory…” Her lips pursed, eyes narrowed slightly under the shadow of her hat, glowing with unfettered annoyance. A stare that would have ran his blood cold before but now he just shrugs at her, slightly proud of the way she was drumming her gloved nails on the wood.

“Am I wrong?”

“Mr Winters, my impeccable hygiene is not under question here.” Another snort, this time on purpose.

“Your whole basement is filled with blood. I’d hardly call that hygienic!”

“The help cleaned---”

Chapter 9 of Deal, this one is a ride:

God seemed like an ironic ideal to have in a world where bioweapons and evil bioterrorist groups and mold monsters exist. Truly, it seemed like God had very much forsaken this world but they definitely had forsaken him. Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic but with his face burning bright behind his hands, screen giving off a soft glow in front of him, he did have to wonder if it was true. Slight hangover aside, nothing had prepared him to wake up with Karl so firmly plastered to his back, chuckle against his ear as the older man wasted no time in showing Ethan his true folly. Those goddamn texts he had sent in a fit of ache and delirium. Haphazardly written, childishly desperate, but why in God’s name did he have to sound like a fucking horny college student on top of that?! Karl’s ego must be massive at this point, alongside the other massive part nestled right up against his ass.

See, this kind of shit is what gets you into these situations Ethan.

No, no, that’s not what’s important. What’s important is why the hell Karl is suddenly back in bed with him, held in a warm embrace he had only dreamed of? Voice like a song against his neck, resisting the shiver at how his smokey breath trails over pale skin when in the throes of teasing Ethan once again. And Ethan had handed him the goddamn ammunition like the world’s biggest dumbass. Pajamas were still on so they hadn’t done anything...wait, no, his jaw was feeling fine and nothing was sticky, so yea, they hadn’t done anything.

“Hung like a horse, huh?” His groan only made the chuckle deeper, vibrating against his back.

“Fucking hell, yes, I said it! You’re practically shoving it in my face, can we stop now?” I wanna wallow in my hangover in peace.”

“Maybe I should change my name on your phone to Hengst then…” He’s going to regret asking.

“...Alright, I’ll bite. What does that mean?”