my wintersberg fic ig

Taking the deal

Ethans pov
"Last chance, you don't wanna find out whats in that hole." Heisenberg mused. Ethan considered just refusing on the spot. The man was going to use his daughter as a weapon for fucks sake. He could propose a deal of his own, maybe just maybe Heisenberg would listen.

"Pull me up." Ethan mumbled. Doing as he was told, Heisenberg pulled Ethan up and away from the hole. "I'll take your deal, but there needs to be a few adjustments." Ethan said. He was now leaning against the desk by thw wall covered in several pictures of the lords, Rose, Mia, even Ethan himself. Heisenberg nodded, he was sitting in the chair originally offered to Ethan with one leg over the other and a cigar in one hand, his glasses in the other.

"Say I take your deal, what if we used our own combined force to take out miranda so you get your way, and then I take Rose and get the hell out of here..." Ethan explained. "At that point i'll figure out if you can come along. I don't know how we're getting out of here but we have to figure it out."

Heisenberg was amused, as he always was with Ethan. "Alright, sounds fair enough." He chuckled a bit after. "I was beginning to think you would just kill me after you saved your little one." He grinned, a little too much to Ethans liking. "I like you Ethan, you don't give up, and that's just what we need to defeat Miranda."

Ethan almost laughed at the fact that Heisenberg was blushing a bit now. He didn't know what to think of it, if anything he just ignored it now. It's not like Heisenberg thought of Ethan in any way other than to help him defeat Miranda. And even if he did, Ethan wasn't.... gay was he? He had only been with a few people, and they were all women so he didn't think too much about his sexuality anyways.

Ethan was drawn out of his thoughts by Heisenberg. "There's not much time until the ceremony, we either get a plan or we just go for it, and frankly, I would weather plan to kill that bitch than just go for it. She could beat the shit out of us both of we don't play the smart game about this." Heisenberg was smart with some of his words. Ethan nodded.

"I agree, having a small amount of a plan is better than none. So you're the Miranda expert, what do we do Heisenberg?"

"Ok first don't call me Heisenberg, it's Karl. And if Im being honest I have somewhat of a plan, I'll just have to find a way to squeeze you into it."

"Alright, Karl let's here it."

Heisenberg explained his plan, how he can take rose out of it except for rescuing her of course. Heisenberg had a well formed plan. Wait for the ceremony to start, Heisenberg would distract Miranda while Ethan would retrieve his daughter and try to get her to the duke, then come back and help Karl kill "that bitch".

"Sounds... not easy but we have to try." Ethan said walking a bit closer to Karl, Ethan had a devilish grin on his face too.

"That's the spirit blondie." Karl replied. Ethan chuckled at the nickname. "What? What's so funny?"

"It's just well, I guess I've never been given a nickname before, let alone one making fun of my hair color." Ethan finally chuckled out. Karl was one interesting man that was for sure. Ethan tried to think of a nickname but couldn't think of anything to really make fun of that wouldn't strike as queer.

"Alright blondie now that we've agreed my master plan is absolutely brilliant," Karl joked. "We have a bit of time before we really have to get ready so.."

"Easy wolf boy" Ethan slipped out. He honestly didn't mean to but it just happened. He tried to stay confident in the nickname, keeping his gaze on Karl.

"Oh, that's one I haven't heard yet, normally people just call me an old man or metal man but wolf boy, I like it." The older mused.

This was it for Ethan being able to hold back a smile. There stood Ethan Winters covered in his own blood, surprisingly not dead, blushing because an old man covered in dirt with the ability to move metal, said he liked the nickname Ethan gave him.

"Well I honestly I don't know where it came from, just kind of came out." Ethan chuckled

"Well you know... ah never mind, I kind of need you to be able to walk while we defeat Miranda." Karl mumbled. Of course this made Ethan blush, I mean wasn't that the point.

"Karl honestly what the hell is wrong with you man." Ethan chuckled as he punched the shorter man on the shoulder. Light enough to were the older wouldnt punch him right back.

"Oh relax blondie, I'm only teasing." Karl huffed

"Sure, alright." Ethan chuckled out. "Is there anywhere I could maybe take a nap, I haven't slept in what feels like forever."

"Well I only really have my room that actually has furniture." Karl said. "You could stay there while I finish up some preparations and I could wake you up before we head down to the ceremony site."

"Sounds good, lead the way old man." Ethan joked.

"Ah another nickname, you really like your nicknames don't you?" The older man mused, leading the blonde down a hallway to his room.

"Sure, I don't normally use nicknames but they're more fun with you, more things to make fun of." Ethan laughed after he said that. Karl was attempting to hide a blush.

"Oh okay, mold man." Karl huffed.

The blonde of course blushed. Why did Karl make Ethan so flustered. He felt him covering his hand to hide the blush on his pale cheeks almost every time the shorter man spoke.

They reached Karl's room and the door opened quickly. Karl showed Ethan where he was sleeping and where Karl would be. Ethan laid down onto the bed. It was surprisingly very soft. He didn't expect that of the older man.

"Sleep well blondie, I'm gonna need you to be at your best for later." Karl said. He had left the room before Ethan could say thank you.

Within minutes, Ethan had passed out.