Vendetta Chris Redfield X Civilian Reader? Your Writing Is Amazing!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x Civilian reader? Your writing is amazing! 🥹

FIRST! Before I post this I wanted to thank all of you for the older Leon post love because wow!! I really wasn’t expecting that AT ALL thank you so much. I got a little carried away on this one! I enjoyed writing it and it gave me and excuse to rewatch vendetta. There is no smut… BUT I can do a part two maybeee. PLEASE LEAVE STUFF IN MY INBOX, after this i have nothing </3

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gender neutral reader x Vendetta Chris Redfield.

Warnings: Mentions of explosions, blood, gore, close to death experience. Chris is over protective as fuck. Leon is dumb but so cute. BESTIE REBECCA TROPE.

Word count: 2,830

There was already chaos in the city, the only reason you knew is because your boss would rather die than send anybody home. But when he ran into the office, screaming that everyone needs to leave immediately, you knew there was something wrong. You tried to keep yourself calm, your heart beating so loud in your ears that you felt like you were going to puke. You walked out the double doors of the building, gripping at your bag . A loud gasp left your lips at the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the street, driving past you at least going eighty-six. This is a public area, starting right over by the district buildings. Right as you went to cross the street a loud explosion pushed you off your feet, throwing you to the ground. Your hand immediately flew to your head as you sat up, coughing from the wind literally being knocked out of you. You cleared your throat, blinking as a man squatted down to your height, offering his hand. He was speaking but the words were muffled, due to the fact that your body was still adjusting to the explosion that happened not even 10 feet away from you. With a pop your hearing cleared, along with your vision as you looked at the man.

“Are you alright?”

His voice was sweet, sultry and so so smooth. Like whiskey almost. You nodded your head as you pulled yourself up, ignoring his hand.

“Are you a cop?”

This was definitely a dumb question, you can see the snarky expression painted in his face. Your eyes trailed down his body, oh. He was in the military or something? Then something is really going down in the city.

“Because if you’re a cop, i have a gun in my bag i have a permit but-“

He put his hands up trying to ease you, bending down and handing you your bag.

“I’m no cop, but you should get out of the city. It’s getting bad.”

Your conversation was cut off by the loud sound of dogs snarling, Chris screaming loudly to who you assumed was his partner. All while you stood behind him, staring around the city as more loud bangs could be heard in the distance. Leon had yelled to Chris about getting through and bombing the rest of the trucks. Chris gritted his teeth watching as Leon sped off, the mutant dogs chasing after him. The anxiety kicked you in the jaw, your breathing labored a bit as Chris grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to the car.

“Just get in the back and stay down!”

Chris yelled as you got into the backseat, your hands shaking as you pressed your body against the cool leather seating. Chris was in the car not long after. I’m gonna die because I saw too much, or SOMETHING.(so you thought) There was no way you could make it out of this even with Chris by your side.

The drive was surprisingly calm after Chris bombed all the city's trucks. You sat in the back still staring out the window, rubbing at the bruise on your arm. Chris stared at you through the rear view window, tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m Chris by the way, I didn’t mean to abduct you but, you got caught in crossfire.”

Even in a time like this Chris couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, his hand gripping at the steering wheel again.

“I’m (Y/N), and don’t be sorry I’m grateful, really. Thank you, Chris.”

Chris saved a hopeless civilian, you just kept thanking your lucky star you were in the right place at the right time.

When the car came to a stop, Chris turned to you, clearing his throat.

“Please- don’t leave the car. I won’t be more than maybe twenty minutes alright? Not that I care where you go or anything but, for your general safety.”

Chris spoke as he grabbed his gun from the passengers seat, checking sits magazine. His eyes shifted to the rear view window again, you saluted your fingers at him with a smile.

“Yes sir, Captain… Redfield?”

You squinted trying to read the badge on his chest. It was sarcasm and he couldn’t help but smirk before getting out of the car.

—-

You swore it wasn’t even 10 minutes but the anxiety was eating you alive. You groaned loudly, digging into your bag to find your pistol , squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a yell of adrenaline, pulling the shoes off your feet because god damn did they burn. You climbed out the backseat and opened the front door, even though the streets were empty you checked both ways before sprinting across. The front door to the building opened, your shaky hand pulling back the gun checking if it was ready to fire. Thank god your dad was a cop, because when he forced you to do all that training when you were younger you were thanking him from his grave. You ran down the flight of stairs, just following the sound of people. But the sound of “people '' was just a lot of moaning and groaning. You almost slipped off the last step, gaining your balance. You saw Chris surrounded by a bunch of… people? They were attacking him and he was shooting back but was obviously having trouble. You raised your arms with the pistol in hand, giving yourself a small mental pep talk which mostly consisted of “Please don’t shoot him” and “What if i shoot the wall” You squeezed your eye shut, your finger pressing into the trigger, a groan from Chris being heard as he pushed the now corpse off his body.

“Thank god Leon-“

Chris stopped dead in his tracks as he stood up, looking at you.

“What are you DOING?”

Chris screamed, walking towards you as you lowered the gun.

“I’m sorry! I got nervous by myself out there and when I came in here all I heard was grunting. I got worried!”

You yelled back as Chris ran his hand over his face in frustration. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before the door behind you swung open, Leon on his bike.

“Oh shit, sorry am I interrupting-“

“Shut up Leon, we have to find Rebecca.”

Chris cut Leon off before pointing at you.

“You stay behind me AND Leon and I swear to- whatever you believe in if you leave our sight, it won’t end up pretty.”

Leon let out a whistle as the two stepped ahead of you, you felt like a toddler. But the fear bubbled in you once more as you all walked into the room seeing Chris’ friend Rebecca strapped to the table. Her veins popping, her skin so pale. It made your stomach turn as Chris pulled her from the table, her groaning as he helped her to her feet.

——

Chris had mentioned something about finding a vaccine, and kept repeating the details over and over to you as you and him helped carry Rebecca to wherever you were going.

“Wait i’m not understanding Chris, Why-“

A bullet shot passed your leg, brushing it leaving a small chunk of your leg bare and bloody, a loud shriek leaving your lips as your grip on Rebecca got loose. You grabbed Rebecca's arm firmly, throwing it over your shoulder as Chris looked over the ledge. He knew what he had to do, he looked at Rebecca then back to you.

“Please remember what I asked of you.”

He was so fast, it’s scary actually.

“Here we go, let’s lay you down..”

You spoke softly to Rebecca as you propped her against the wall. Rebecca coughed, grabbing your arm as you went to turn away, but was too weak to speak. Though your leg was pouring blood, your pants ripped. You ran towards the staircase, listening to the groans and gunfire coming from Chris’ area. You shoved your way past the doors, looking down the long spiral staircase

“Mother fucker…”

You whispered to yourself before taking your first step down the steps which eventually led you right to the room as Chris described. Out of breath, grabbing at your ribs, the doors automatically opened. A small smile on your face as you went to grab at the green tank Chris had preached to you. Before you could pick it up you heard the noise of stomping behind you, finding whatever the fuck that thing was towering over you as you held the tank to your chest. A scream left your lips as you ducked as fast you could, sprinting towards the stairs before you made it back towards the entrance of the staircase, hearing the glass above you shatter. You closed your eyes and sprinted your way up the steps, trying to ignore every loud crash and bang filling your ears.

——

Still completely out of breath- you finally got back to Rebecca, your skin pale and your hands shaking as you pulled her legs to allow her to lay down, connecting the machine to your best ability. She stared up at you with shallow breaths before her eyes closed. You let out a string of curse words as you gently lifted her head, connecting the mask to her face and pressing the button on the machine. You flinched, your body covering over Rebecca at the sight of Leon and Chris fighting this horrendous monster, your vision getting blurry as you sat back, beside Rebecca, looking down at where you had been shot.

“Okay.. okay..”

You whispered as you pulled the belt off your waist from your pants, trying to tighten it around your thigh but failing. You’d never felt pain like this. You were normal, this wasn’t normal for you. Everyday you wake up, you mix the oat milk into your bitter coffee and you do paperwork, all. day. long. Maybe meeting Chris wasn’t the right thing, maybe you should’ve just stayed home today, Maybe you shouldn’t have even moved to New York. Flashbacks of you and your dad arguing filled your head as your fingers grazed over your open wound once again. You fluttered your eyes open, smiling as Rebecca’s color started to come back. At least somebody important like her could live, important people like Chris- like Leon. They live, boring people like you die to assist.

—-

You were passed out and don’t remember much. But Chris does.

Chris helped Leon up, staring down at the timer on his watch letting out a yell of Rebecca’s name as he ran towards where he left the two of you. His chest aching at the site of your belt loosely laid around your thigh, but Rebecca laid quietly, her breathing steady and the vaccine was given to her. Chris groaned as he lifted you up, holding you to him. Stranger, sure. But somebody with your drive is needed.

—-

The sounds of beeping woke you up, a sharp breath leaving your nose as your eyes opened. The heart monitor went off as you sat up. Oh? A hospital?.. Your hand reached up to feel the beating of your heart, sighing in relief before a pair of heavy boots ran into the room followed by another… and another.

“Chris?”

You coughed, your voice was weak from not speaking days on end. It turns out you weren’t just shot in the leg, but in the side too. And when Rebecca reached out for you, it’s what she was trying to tell you. Chris wore.. somewhat normal clothing, leaning on the bed frame you laid on, watching Rebecca leave the room.

“Thank you, for what you did. You don’t understand you are a Hero-“

You cut Chris off, pointing to him.

“No, Chris. I’m not you. I watched you and Leon in actual shock.. I mean- my dad was a police officer but never have I seen stuff like.. well, that.”

You rambled, looking at the man in front of you. He stared at you in what admiration?

“You have to brainwash me now huh, or kill me, either one”

You joked as you laid your head back against the pillow. You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you pointed out the window to the city. Chris nodded but laughed.

“I’m sorry your flat was destroyed but, my organization wants to fund you with permanent housing till we can figure out a situation for you.”

Chris walked around the bed and sat down on the chair next to your bed, your head turning to him.

“Oh so, I’m gonna be a prisoner..”

You teased before he handed you a pair of keys.

“By my organization I mean me, you’ll be staying with me. You’re welcome.”

——-

Chris Redfield. A man of his word. You grew fond of him way too quickly, waking up in the morning to him leaving for the day but as he walked out the door he let you know he made you coffee and bought oat milk and it’s in the fridge. He was rough on the outside but he was an angelic man. He cared for so many people, and he doesn’t like to admit the trauma he has faced. Nights where the two of you sit eating dinner and he tells you stories of all the places he has been. You could see the pain in his eyes though and it made you feel for him. You wish you could hear what he went through, but even from what you saw, it’s too much.

——

You set the table and all, making dinner for Chris and you put your whole heart and soul into it. He comes home at 9:30 every night, so everything was ready and you wore the nicest shirt you own that Rebecca had let you borrow but you still were nervous.

Chris never showed up though, and you sat at the table, tears filling your eyes as you watched the door in silence. You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep till you heard the door slam open, your head lifting off the table to see Chris walk in, his face cut up and dirty. You could see the moment his face dropped seeing you had prepared something nice, for him.

Immediately standing you ran to the kitchen grabbing a wet towel before walking back to Chris.

“What happened Chris? Jesus..”

Chris allowed you to lead him over to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet. Chris couldn’t help but smirk at you, the worried look on your face, your eyebrows frowned as you wiped at his face. Chris’ hand reached up, his thumb running across the dry tears on your cheeks. You turned your face away, continuing to wipe his face. Chris sighed, grabbing your hand, kissing your knuckle as he closed his eyes.

“When I go out like that, I get so scared I won’t come back and I will leave you wondering..”

Chris sighed as he took in your scent. Your eyes stared down at him, feeling your heart rate pick up as he brought your hand to his chest.

“And look at you.. you got dressed up and made me dinner? Just for me to leave you hanging.”

You shook your head at him, your hands cradling his jaw.

“No matter what time, no matter what day, even if it’s weeks, years. I’ll be here. I mean I do live here..”

You joked, your nose scrunching, causing Chris to let out a genuine laugh. Chris’ hands rested on your hips as you put the towel down, applying antibiotic ointment to his cheek and his nose. Chris watched you place the tube down, mentally screaming at himself as he stood, his hands holding your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours softly. If you told anybody Chris was the type of man to allow his partner to put bandaids on his scratches and give them soft kisses in return, they would laugh at you. Chris broke the kiss, sighing as he looked in the mirror, his hand running over his scruff. He’s really acting like he didn’t just kiss you. You stood there, hands at your side as you watched him pull his shirt over his head.

“I love you Chris.”

You blurted out, your breath skipping as he looked at you from the mirror. Reminding you of when the two of you first met, him staring at you through that rear view window.

“I love you too.”

STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS WAS RELEASED 15 YEARS AGO!

Hello Lovely,

Are requests still open? Because I would like a Chris Redfield fic that just shows his daily life with his plus sized biologist girlfriend. I thought about both of them working for the BSAA. Maybe them driving together to work or doing other daily couple thing. It doesn’t have to be cute or anything.

Thank you in advance xoxo

Hii!!! Yes, request are still open :)

Sorry it took me a while to write! Hope you like it!

Life with You [Chris Redfield]

Chris Redfield x Plus size/chubby Reader

Sum| Chris starts noticing different details in his life that have changed after you moved in with him, even at work.

• I feel like Chris isn't a morning person at all. He hates the sound of his alarm waking him up and he changes it when he remembers because the same sound pisses him off.

•Ohhh this man loves to kiss your back a lot in the mornings. He turns and sees your back, kisses in your back, shoulders, and neck. Soon your lips when you wake up by his kisses.

•He likes to stay in bed for a few minutes to just cuddle with you and talk or just stay silent. He just wants you close(he's touched starved) before he get ready to work

The alarm goes off, waking up Chris with a groan. He lets the alarm go off for a few minutes till his girlfriend whines annoyingly, "Turn it off…" Chris moves his arm to his phone and pulls it towards him. He tried to open his eyes the best he could with the brightness blinding him. He turns it off and slams the phone on the bed. He stretches and turns towards you, seeing your back. He couldn't help but kiss your shoulder.

"Good morning." he whispered and kissed your neck. You smiled and said, "good morning." Turning around, you gave him a kiss on his lips. "What do you want for lunch today?" You asked and Chris shook his head. "Sleep." You smiled and ran your hands through his messy hair. "Wish that was on the menu." You sit up and hold the sheets up to your chest. Chris chuckled at this, seeing it was stupid that you still covered yourself even if he's seen alredy seen you in your amazing birth suit. "I'll cook us something. It's my turn." Chris says and gets off the bed. He grabs his pajama pants and puts on some fluffy slippers you got him on his birthday. "You get some rest." He says. You smiled and thanked him.

Chris nods and closes the door behind him. It's a normal thing now. You moved in with him three months ago and it's become a thing. You and him take turns on who makes breakfast and lunch while the other takes a short nap or takes their time changing. He saw you were working late yesterday and decided that he'd take the time to make something while you took a nap.

You did take a nap, but ended up having nightmares of work. You open your eyes as the alarm you set goes off, making you get up and turn it off. You go through your closet and look for your work uniforms. Today you felt happy, so you wore the [F/Color] suit with its tight skirt. You smiled at it and placed it on the bed. You go to the bathroom.

Chris was wrapping up the lunch he made with paper and put it in the lunch box you got him for you and him. Chris also noticed that you have been getting stuff for him and you that actually help him. A lunch box, organized seasoning, organized dishes where they are supposed to, and much more that just makes his life easier. While he smiled to himself, he heard footsteps. He turned and saw you and he smiled.

You had your work clothes on while you looked through your purse to make sure you had everything you needed. He loves it when you wear tight clothes because he can see your rolls and how good the outfits or dresses you wear look amazing on you.

"You have everything?" You asked Chris, getting his attention. He nods and says, "Yes, got everything."

"You also have your hydro, ibuprofen, your lunch box, and extra deodorant?"

"Yes, yes, I have everything [Name]." He says and holds his backpack. He looks inside and shows you he had everything he needed. "Your wallet."

"I have that right he-" He touched the back of his pocket, then the front ones. "I don't." You smiled and handed him his wallet. "Always make sure." You say and kiss his cheek. "Go get changed. I'll put the lunch in your backpack." You say and Chris nods. He goes back to the room and looks for his work clothes. He goes to the bathroom and sees that you left the stuff he needs out.

•Car rides are fun and sometimes they aren't. It's usually quiet because you are thinking about work and so is Chris. But when you two do talk, it gets fun.

•Chris likes to ask about your work and how it's going. He likes to listen to you talk. He even turns down the radio, pulls the windows up and drives a little slower to hear you talk.

While in the car ride to work, you talked to Chris about work that happened yesterday about something you and your team will be working on. It made him notice how you give him company in car rides to work and back home. He didn't have to listen to the radio all the time anymore now that you two drive to work together.

"How about you, how's work?" You ask and hold his hand, placing it on your thigh. Chris gives it a light squeeze and goes on to explain that there is going to train a rookie they got three days ago. "Don't be cold on him." You say. You knew Chris looked intimidating when first meeting him. You were even scared to talk to him when they sent him to the lab to get something. But Chris needed up being a sweetheart. His horrible puns made you laugh and his flirting too. Soon, he asked you out for a coffee.

"I need to, it's part of my job." He says and you nod. "True. We both work two different things. I have to be patient with new workers and welcome them. You have to be harsh on them."

"Sometimes." He mentions. Chris did break the rule. He wants his team to feel welcomed and he wants that rookie to also feel that, be part of the team. He could say one of his terrible dad jokes he got from one of his team members who is a dad and says so many dad jokes every second he can.

The car is parked, making grab all your belongings. You get out of the car and walk to the door. Chris follows and is greeted by other workers. "Good morning Dr. [Last]." A worker says and you greet them back. You grab your coat and your name tag. "I'll see you later." You turn to Chris and kiss him.

•Coming back home was at different times. You are the one that usually leaves early while Chris stays to get some last information about next time's mission that will happen.

•You end up taking the car and make dinner while he is gone. If you are too tired, you grab takeout for the two of you and continue to work on paperwork or simply watch your Favorite show.

• Chris used to feel lonely coming home from work. He'd just grab whatever cold food there was and microwave it. He did sometimes make himself something, but almost every day, he'd come home tired and simply would like to sleep.

You've made his life a little easier.

•If you end up coming home late, he makes dinner, cleans, and gets your comfortable clothes ready on the shared bed.

You ended up working late today. Chris had to take the ride home alone. He had time to get some take out that you have been craving. He walks inside the house and puts the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

He goes to the bedroom and grabs some clothes. He went to the bathroom to take a shower to get the sweat and smell off him and once he was out, he went to grab one of your comfortable shirts with your pajama shorts. He goes back to the leaving room and hears the door unlock. "I'm home!" You yelled and threw your shoes off. You took your coat off and saw Chris standing there. You smiled and walked up to him. "What's for dinner my lovely house wife?" You ask and kiss his lips. "I got us some take out that you've been craving" He whispered and lifted you up, making you scream. "Chris!"

He walks to the shared bedroom while still holding you. "Get changed, you probably feel uncomfortable with these on." He says as he unbuttoned your white shirt, making you feel your face hot and get goosebumps. "A-Alright." You say and hold his hand. "Put a movie on while I change." You say and Chris nods, a little disappointed he couldn't see. He leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

• Sleeping with Chris is the best. He's a big Buffy guy who is always warm when you hug him. So cuddles are a thing you two do in bed.

• He is usually the big spoon, but doesn't mind being the small spoon. He sometimes even wants to just bury his face in your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

•He doesn't talk much when it comes at night. Neither do you. But if it's gossip about work, you must tell your boyfriend. It's the first thing you have to tell him.

•Chris falls asleep by your voice. He finds it peaceful and just feeling your warmth with him makes him sleepier.

• He likes to run his hands all over your body. He likes to feel the rolls on your body. He finds them sexy >;)

You brushed your teeth beside Chris in the bathroom. He had just finished brushing his teeth. Chris walks out and lays on the bed, waiting for you. You wash your mouth with water and turn off the water, clean your face, and turn off the light. You walked to the bed and lay next to Chris.

Chris lays his head on your chest and you smile. You turn off the lamp and run your hands through his hair. "How was work?"

"Horrible. They made me stay extra just because someone else messed up and I had to clean for them. They mixed up the wrong chemicals, which caused a mess, and I had to re-write the records for them. I am their supervisor after all, so I didn't really pay attention." You say and sigh. "I still think it's a little unfair." You say. He just nods, finally feeling the hit of sleep come to him.

Chris has struggled with sleeping. He'd move from one side to the other, flip the pillow, shuffle, and then groan because he can't sleep. But now that he has you on his side and being able to just be with you, it's made him sleep much easier. Yes, he has those days where he can't sleep. But just your warmth makes him sleepy just how he makes you sleepy. "How about I make us something for dinner tomorrow?"

"That would be…great…" Chris mumbles and closes his eyes. Soon, you hear him snoring. You smiled and your eyes, falling asleep.

Hihihihi i hope you're doing well. i think your headcanon requests are open? Can i please request some comfort headcanons with chris? I've been having constant nightmares lately and can't sleep properly for whatever reason. Feel free to ignore this! Thank you!!

thinking about this today

to keep on theme (because i've also been sleeping horribly), we'll start with some really soft sleepy hcs.

Chris is a pretty light sleeper, very up and down. But he's used to it. He's used to getting up to keep watch, and so he usually can drift off quickly afterwards.

But that means he's also acutely aware of when you're in need. If you're thrashing or upset, he knows immediately, and he will wake you from whatever nightmare to pull you tight to him.

Speaking of sleep, Chris is a furnace. You'll never want for warmth when you're sleeping with him. During the summer month it means sticky sweaty sleep and you've gotta curl away from him. (It doesn't work. He's such a snuggler. Better get used to showering every morning.)

Chris is so very acts of service when you're not doing well for one reason or another. Little snacks being brought to you. Fixing the fucked up wheel on your office chair so you can actually relax. Running a blanket through the dryer so it's nice and warm for you. Just small things to make your life easier.

Something that I find personally comforting that I believe Chris would do is just fill the space with soft levels of noise. Music. Singing. Talking to you. The silence can be really overwhelming when you're in your own head, and so Chris will chase it away however he can.

Nights Like This

chris redfeild x reader

fluff (?)

a/n: honestly it was between him and ghost but i went with chris, cause baby needs some domestic lovin' ♡ luv all ya'll, enjoy, drink water and have summin to eat if u haven't ♡♡

He's tired. At the end of the day, he's fucking exhausted. But he still has shit to do. Paperwork to go through, cases to read, footage to review etc. He can recount nights and nights of him at the table, takeaway to the side, beer in one hand, papers in the other and a smoke hanging from his lips, all the while ignoring the ache in his muscles and the loneliness surrounding him-

It was an hour before midnight when he opened the front door to his home being greeted with the lights on and the smell of food wafting through the halls. A vast contrast from the inky night sky, and the distant stench of gun powder that seemed to follow him.

Appearing from the kitchen was you, a soft smile on your face as you took in his appearance. As soon as his eyes locked with yours he felt his whole body finally relax, letting his 'hardass' mask fall.

With you in his life his whole routine changed. There was a homemade meal every time he arrived home. You actually making him eat and then letting him do some more work once you made sure he had eaten and was clean.

It would be easy to say that his favourite part of the night would be you massaging his body, or even you chatting to him about your day as you helped peel his clothes from his body, it could even be when you so tenderly help clean his wounds.

No.

His favourite part was how you drew a domestic side of him he never knew he had.

The way you both cleaned alongside one another. Talked about life. How you vented to him and he too you, although he used little words. Cuddled on the couch watching some show you were currently invested in, him becoming equally enormed with it. And no matter how shit tired he was. Moments like that had his energy being restored. You were the one to restore it. But he knew that you knew how exhausted he was.

Because you would coax him too bed after minutes passed as you both sat on the couch, while he worked and you watched something, simultaneously massaging his body. As awake as he felt with you, you could see the bags under his eyes growing, took note of how he reread the same page then moved on, watched him stifle back a yawn.

Then all you would do was turn of the tv. Stop massaging him and go into the bedroom, saying nothing. A couple minutes would tick by then he would be walking in too and as soon as he saw you on the bed, that very exhaustion he felt earlier hit him like a truck. He was wrapped in your arms, head nuzzled into your neck, one of your legs over his waist, his own arms locked around you.

"G'night, my love." He murmered against the softness of your skin.

"Goodnight, my love." You hushed. Smiling at the way he immediatly fell asleep after you said those words, you following close behind.

𝒲𝐸𝐿𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸, 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝒟𝒪𝒱𝐸 ˑ༄

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ― 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴.

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ― 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵.

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