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VARIOUS RE CHARACTERS REACTING TO FRIENDLY ZOMBIE READER (G/N)
Brought to you by your local zombiekin <3 (Fun fact, was originally planning on adding Wesker- but I wanted to get this out sometime within the month lolol)
Also please note, I have not seen a full playthrough of Re1R or Re1- Chris might be OOC.
Characters Included:
Leon Kennedy (Re2R)
Claire Redfield (Re2R)
Jill Valentine (Re3R)
Carlos Oliveira (Re3R)
Chris Redfield (Re1R)
Content Warnings Included:
Mentions of body horror (brief, but still applies to reader themselves.)
Mentions of gore/death (nothing explicit.)
The Sewers. (They deserve their own trigger warning /hj)
Mention of eye touching/prodding
Leon Kennedy:
After having cleared the hallways of the Racoon City Police Department and coming face to face with some disgusting freaks of nature named Lickers, Leon thought he had seen it all. Honestly, he didn’t imagine there was anything new that could surprise him in this goddamn place until he made eye contact with you.
Well.. if you can call staring at the dangling eye hanging out of your socket “eye contact”.
He instinctively raised his gun, expecting to see you rise to your feet, stumble over to him and try to nom his neck like all the other undead he’d seen so far- but to his (pleasant) surprise, that didn’t happen. In some odd groan you spit out, which he assumed was your attempt at speech, you backed away from him. Arms raised as if to show you didn’t mean to cause him harm.
It was odd to say at the very least. He kept his aim marked at the dead center of your head, though he hesitated pulling the trigger now. Your right hand (which Leon noted had a nasty looking chunk taken out of it) drifted down to a bloodied ID badge hanging from your breast pocket.
Though it was hard to read, Leon squinted out the words “Assistant Secretary” in bolded letters at the top of your ID.
He looked back up at you, slowly lowering his gun as he noticed the almost.. human-like quality of fear in your eyes. He could’ve sworn he even saw your shoulders sag slightly with relief as he tucked his gun into his holster.
“Hey.. can you.. understand me?” Leon’s words paused at times as he debated internally if he was really trying to communicate with a dead person. He could feel his stomach sink slightly as you slowly nodded back, cautious that he’d still shoot.
“What the hell.. How are you even- no wait- you’re infected and you can still?- What??”
You watched as Leon’s brows furrowed and his expressions cycled through confusion, disbelief, intrigue and right back to absolute bewilderment. It was almost funny and you almost tried to smile at him- before remembering the fact that your jaw had gotten unhinged a while ago and it’d likely confuse the poor guy more.
After a very long and arduous time of trying to explain to the baby-faced police officer how exactly you got bit and how you locked yourself in this room and how even you didn’t know how you kept your humanity- it just ended up in Leon sitting on the floor, scratching his head.
“I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me. I’m sorry.” You grumbled out a brief noise of annoyance before just accepting it and sitting on the ground across from him.
There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a while before Leon spoke up.
“Hey look. I know you’re already bit and all but maybe we can find you some help? There’s a hospital in the city- there has to be someone who can fix.. uh.. whatever you’ve got going on here, right?” He even sounded unsure of the words he was saying, yet the caring smile etched onto his nervous features was enough to convince you that you should come with him.
Not particularly like you believed you could be cured, but more as in “This poor kind boy will get killed if someone’s not looking out for him.”
So you gave a polite nod, rummaging through what little supplies you saved in here before heading out of your sanctuary with Leon- glad you’d met someone so nice in this mess.
Claire Redfield:
Despite having been caught in the middle of a zombie outbreak and getting turned yourself, undead life was surprisingly calm. You had shuffled your way down into the sewers after getting bit, accepting your fate as you felt your consciousness slowly slip away as blood drained out of the bite on your leg- only to wake up a few hours later a lot paler and surprisingly awake.
Part of you was frustrated you had somehow miraculously lived through transforming into a zombie because of course you would be the unlucky schmuck who would stay sentient throughout something like that. Only your level of sheer bad luck would allow that.
It turned out being down here wasn’t too bad if you ignored the weird mutated masses of flesh in the water, the massive hulking figure of a presumably mutated man that would scream in agony every hour or so and the other rotting corpses surrounding you. Otherwise, it was nice.
You had honestly thought that you were going to live the rest of your undead life here. It’s not like being on the surface is any better at the moment- though you had to admit, it got boring really quickly.
That’s why when you heard a small repetitive bang of a pistol fire off- you couldn’t help but let your curiosity win. You peaked around a corner, just dark enough so whoever was firing couldn’t see you, to take a glance at whatever unlucky person slipped down here.
She couldn’t have been past her early twenties, you thought, her younger features and nervous look spoke volumes. Her eyes had a certain steely resolve to them though, which would’ve impressed you if she didn’t stare directly at you. Previously fascinating eyes now had your stomach drop as she raised her gun at you preparing to fire.
You scrambled away down the hall you came from, legs slightly slipping from the slimy layer on the floor that you really didn’t want to think about at the moment.
Claire had started giving chase after you, worried you were possibly another survivor that she had scared off with her reckless gun waving.
“H-Hey! Wait up!” She yelled out, following your shadow throughout the gross sewers.
You had run yourself into a dead end- panicking and turning around to see her approaching rapidly. Without a way to defend yourself, you simply put your arms in front of your face to shield it as you shut your eyes tightly- preparing to get shot.
Clacking sounds of boots hitting the wet floor filled your ears as Claire stopped just a few feet away from you. She huffed out in exhaustion, leaned over to catch her breath.
“I’m.. I’m sorry- jeez hold on. About.. About scaring you. I didn’t know there were other survivors down here. You alright?” She looked up at you, briefly scanning over your body.
She noted how you looked worse for wear (but then again, so did she) and the large, infected looking wound on your leg. Her face shifted into one of pity as she looked back up at your face.
“Oh.. Is.. Is that why you ran from me?” You nodded, slowly lowering your arms to gauge her expression. It’s funny, she looked a lot more sweet up close. Your eyes met hers and you almost felt better. She looked at you with such.. compassion, even though you were infected.
Claire felt an immense sense of pity overwhelm her. She must’ve scared the living daylights out of you upon chasing you down like a rabid animal. As her gaze met yours though, she realized how glossy your eyes looked- how pale your skin was. You were probably already dead considering how familiar you looked compared to other zombies she had seen.
“I don’t want to hurt you, okay? You seem like a nice.. person? Zombie? I’m not fully sure what to call you.” Her tone was very soft, almost like a gentle elder sister, it was soothing to hear after all the harsh groans and grumbles you’d been hearing from the other undead around you.
“I think that it’ll be beneficial for us to work together. I have a friend who’s a police officer who I’m trying to meet up with. Maybe we can all find a way to escape together and you could get some help at a hospital out of this town. Is that okay?”
It wasn’t like you really had a reason to say no and the way she kept her voice so polite and calm definitely swayed your choice. With a nervous step forward, you precariously nodded.
“Perfect. My name’s Claire. Claire Redfield. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jill Valentine:
Jill was getting pretty damned tired of this zombie shit. First at Arklay, now in Racoon City the day before she was supposed to move out of this hellhole. It was just starting to get ridiculous and if she still believed in a God, she would’ve thought they had it out for her.
As she turned a hard left, narrowly avoiding a zombie grasping and hobbling towards her- Jill entered the subway company’s office. Thankfully it was empty, Jill thought to herself as she pushed the door leading into the traffic control system’s room only to have the door get pushed right back into her face.
…
What the fuck??
Jill grabbed her knife from the sheath on her side and rammed the door open- fully expecting to have to fight hand to hand, only to meet your terrified gaze as you fell onto the floor.
She honestly couldn’t tell if you were infected or not- you looked like you’d been drained dry of all your blood, yet your expressions were so human. Hands raised, slightly shaking (Jill wasn’t sure if that was due to fear or the fact your right hand was hanging on by a few tendons of muscle.)
You mumbled out a shrill and raspy yelp, trying to communicate as best you could that somehow you were still conscious, even in this form.
Jill wasn’t exactly sure what to do with you, knuckles tensing and untensing around the handle of her knife. She almost felt guilt thinking about stabbing you now. Her body went taut as she saw you stumble up and head to the subway panel. You waved your hands, pointing back and forth at the subway map and its controls.
“You.. know how to work that?” Jill hesitated with her words, almost embarrassed that she was trying to communicate with.. a zombie as far as she could tell.
Well that was until you nodded very rapidly, as if trying to prove you had some worth.
So with a frustrated sigh, Jill said “Okay, I need to go to Fox Park. Figure it out.”
Jill watched you with interest as you flipped through the switches expertly, going through the path so quickly she had to assume you worked here before.. whatever happened to you. You figured it out so quickly and turned back to her, as if expecting her to allow you to follow her to wherever she was headed.
Part of her really didn’t want to bring back an infected to the subway but you had the biggest eyes and were practically pleading.
“No- you can’t. God just..” Bigger puppy dog eyes.
“NO. You’ll cause too much commotion! I can’t-”
“Hey Jill- you got that subway route finished?”
Your eyes instantly went to the radio buzzing from her shoulder and she made a mental note to punch Carlos when she got back.
“Yes.. Thanks to the help of a.. oddly friendly zombie.”
You could hear him cackle over the other side of the radio. “You’re joking- right?”
“I wish I was.” Jill sighed out and explained to Carlos that she actually met a nice zombie and spent about 10 minutes convincing him and the other U.B.C.S members to let you follow and that she swears she’ll keep an eye on you and please please please please let her keep you-
Mikhail begrudgingly agrees after her arguing that she should be able to keep you around and that you’ve proven yourself to be helpful- but is told that you’ll be staying with Carlos when you both return to not endanger the civilians and to truly prove yourself.
Jill didn’t know why, but she felt the need to protect you. Maybe it was some lingering savior complex or survivor's guilt but she ignored that for now and walked alongside you back to the subway station.
Carlos Oliveira
As Jill arrived with you in tow, Carlos did notice how surprisingly calm and patient you were with everyone. You clung onto Jill for a little while- being careful to not go too far into the train- in the off chance someone would see you and freak out.
While Carlos trusted Jill’s choice in trusting you, most of the other U.B.C.S members were.. not as happy with the platoon leader’s choice in allowing you to stay. Tyrell was very obvious about his lack of faith in your unwillingness to cannibalize them and informally ordered you to stick near Carlos.
Carlos didn’t mind to be honest. Though, it was a little perturbing to see the way your flesh loosely hung on in some places. He tried his best to be polite and not stare as it’d be “ungentlemanly” of him.
You served to be pretty helpful in the RPD, keeping an eye out for anything he might’ve missed (zombies or items.) You even took a few solid hits for him which may have left you a little more gory in some places over before- but Carlos just appreciated the gesture.
“So, tell me, how’d you end up like that?”
“…”
“Oh right. Can’t talk. Sorry.”
A simple nod or shake of your head was enough to satisfy any base questions he had for you– plus his quips about certain events like the locked doors kept the mood light and cheery.
It was honestly a lot of easy communication between you two- Carlos read you very well and normally a simple tug on his arm or small grunt would do the trick if he truly missed something.
Carlos did ask some weird things though-
“Can you like.. see outta the hanging eyeball?”
You didn’t really think about it before but now that you focused on it- you really couldn’t. With an experimental prod, Carlos watched in horror as you pushed it back into its socket to see that’d change anything. It didn’t but it was worth a shot.
He (somewhat disturbed, somewhat politely) asked you never do anything like that in front of him again.
Fair enough.
Chris Redfield
This entire mansion situation was completely overwhelming for Chris- everything was so out of place and nothing made sense. Grappling with the concept of zombies being a real thing, Umbrella Corp actually being tied to this goddamn place somehow and the Bravo Team being completely wiped out along with his other colleagues being God knows where was just getting too much to handle.
Maybe that's why he didn't even take a second glance at you when you rolled a flashlight next to him as he sat on the ground of the grimy hallway.
It took him a second to fully process what just happened- his eyes running over the slimy flesh of your body that looked rotten and gross. You just simply stared back at him, hollow eyes in hollow sockets waiting for a response.
“.. Hello?”
You waved back in response, watching as Chris’ face cringed as your bones cracked and popped from the movement.
“That's new. Most of your friends seem to not be interested in conversation, eh?”
Chris was pretty sure he was losing it- he knew he should be grabbing his gun and getting rid of this thing in front of him before it attacked instead of making conversation. Yet something felt different about this one.
You nodded your head slowly and made trepidatious steps towards Chris. Testing his willingness to let you near- he did move his hand near his knife, which you took as a warning and stepped back.
He looked down at the flashlight you rolled towards his side and palmed it. It was essentially a gift- and you didn't seem to want to harm him.
“Listen. I need help finding my friends. They're somewhere in this mansion. This place is just so confusing to get through- will you help me out?”
You seemed to hesitate for a second, feet lingering in place as if trying to see if it was a trap. Chris almost found it funny, the both of you unsure of the other and still needing help to get out of here in one piece.
You gave a weary nod to him before stepping closer and offering your hand to help him up.
Chris shuddered a little as he felt the bone through your frail, decaying flesh and pulled himself up with your help.
An odd duo you two made, but certainly two is better than one in this situation.
im bored and having writers block so maybe this will help
Resident Evil Women's Kinks <3
gn!reader
warnings: nsfw, 18+ content
charachers included: all of the resident evil women
giving = doing to partner, receiving = partner doing it to them
Jill Valentine:
so as Ive as Ive before I don't think she's all that kinky
she likes some things however
likes using handcuffs on her partner
likes roleplaying, stereotypical cop vs criminal, stuff like that
she'll never admit it but she does a like a power imbalance sometimes
but yeah thats pretty much it
she'll experiment with her partner
just no hitting or degrading
Claire Redfield:
she gives me the vibes she's a very enthusiastic lover
switch
loves oral both receiving and giving
would try bondage both receiving and giving but i dont think she would like recieving often
loves strap ons, again both giving and receiving
loves being dicked down and returning the favor
loves marking and you guessed it giving and receiving
pretty willing to try anything once
except hitting
Ada Wong:
dom
bondage, loves looking at her partner all tied up pretty for her
overstimulation giving
edging giving
body worship both receiving and giving (mainly receiving)
strap on, receiving (depends on the situation), giving mostly giving
riding her partner while they're tied up (the situation)
will try anything once
except being submissive
Rebecca Chambers
kinda vanilla, kinda not
depends on the relationship
switch
like restraints but not full bondage, giving
marking, both receiving and giving
praise recieving (but will give if asked)
medical play
thats really it
would be willing to experiment and try anything once
hard limits are impact play/hitting, degrading
Sheva Alomar:
kinda kinky
dom leaning switch
praise giving and receiving
degrading giving
bondage giving
body worship recieving and giving
strap-on, giving
temperature play receiving (will also give if asked)
thats about it, will experiment but is pretty comfortable where she is
Helena Harper:
dom leaning switch
degrading, giving
praise, giving and receiving
strap-on, giving
oral, recieving (only if shes wearing the strap if not its both receiving and giving)
edging, receiving and giving
i feel like she'd indulge in a voice kink (this is for me, i love her voice)
overstimulation, receiving and giving
choking, receiving and will give
will experiment
just not bondage or blindfolds
Sherry Birkin (re 6 obviously)
vanilla
might be willing to experiment but like she's very comfortable where she is
Moira Burton
submissive before the island
switch after the island
i think those 6 months changed her tbh
temperature play receiving and giving
bondage giving
was more hesitant to experiment before those 6 months but is more open to it now
sensory deprivation giving but is willing to receive if she trusts the person
choking
Ashley Graham
vanilla, maybe submissive
daddy kink, she gives me those vibes
thats really it tho
might be willing to experiment
Zoe Baker
vanilla
i dont get many vibes from her, i havent played re 7 yet and there isnt a lot of content about her
will probably update her area in the future.
Gina Foley
either vanilla or a dom
if she is a dom
mommy vibes
edging, giving
spanking, giving
thats really all the vibes i get seeing as she had one line and then died
Rachel Foley
sub leaning switch
maybe a brat
teasing
edging, receiving
overstimulation, receiving and giving
thats all the vibes i get, she didnt even have any lines outside of her ooze form
Jessica Sherawat
brat
oral receiving
body worship recieving and possibly giving
daddy kink
wax play
spanking receiving
Excella Gionne
dom leaning switch
brat
overstimulation
edging
ruining orgasms, giving
exhibitionist (vibes)
teases in public
marking, giving and receiving
spanking, giving and receiving
wax play, giving and receiving
body worship recieving
oral receiving (specifically face riding)
Alex Wesker
dom
degrading giving
praise giving and receiving
bondage giving
impact play
little bit of a sadist
will play into a voice kink (again this is for me her voice got me like 😩💞🥵)
overstimulation giving
edging giving
begging
blood play
medical kink (idk but it fits)
dacryphillia (crying kink)
faking sympathy
Mother Miranda
dom, maybe dom leaning switch, MAYBE
impact giving
blood kink
overstimulation giving
oral, giving and receiving, mainly receiving
orgasm denial, giving
ruining orgasms, giving
marking, giving
body worship, recieving
degrading, giving
praise, giving and receiving
religion kink, shes a goddess and wants to be worshipped like one
dacryphillia
begging
Donna Benevento
sub leaning switch
praise, giving and receiving
bondage, giving and receiving
thigh riding, giving and receiving
sensory deprivation, receiving
i think thats it
Lady Dimitrescu
you guessed it dom
mommy kink
overstimulation, giving
edging, giving
orgasm denial, giving
spanking, giving
size kink (i feel like at her size its an inevitable)
blood play
dacryphillia
begging
voyerism
Bela Dimitrescu
exhibitionist
pet play
degradation, giving
dom leaning switch
versatile dom
obedient sub
praise, giving and receiving
bondage (both)
impact play, giving and receiving
knife play
blood kink
overstimulation
edging
Cassandra Dimitrescu
denial, giving
hard dom
edging, giving
overstimulation, giving
ruining orgasms, giving
sadism, giving obvi
bondage
blood play
knife play
impact play
primal play (predator)
pet play (owner)
cnc (somno and free use specifically)
dacryphillia
begging
marking/branding
choking
Daniela Dimitrescu
switch
praise, giving and receiving
marking, giving and receiving
bondage, giving and receiving
blood play
primal play (predator)
dacryphillia
exhibitionism
voyerism
overstimulation, giving and receiving
edging
choking
toys
would love to experiment
finally finished, i was doing so well then hit burn out on the Dimitrescu sisters for like a week, hope yall enjoy my headcanons on the RE womens kinks or lack thereof, if you have any headcanons of your own like these, i would love to know in the comments or in reblogs or asks (if that option is available). thank you for reading <3
Me, You, & Coffee- That's all I need!
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1.2k words
claire redfield x fem!reader
tropes: f/f , hurt / comfort , wlw , claire probably has depression or atleast anxiety , angst , fluff , fall fic , love , happy ending , suggested smut
note: hehe my first fic!!! so scary.... rb/likes are appriciated!!! huge thanks to @/vaaaaaiolet for proof reading this!
tags: @rigorwhoring @vaaaaaiolet @angelstargel
The cold air nips at your cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave. Your chai latte sits in your mouth as you treasure the flavor, deep in thought. Claire hasn’t joined you today or any time since you last got home. You can’t blame her.
After her mission a few weeks prior, she hasn’t been acting like herself.
You had come home to your girlfriend with a broken arm, not a scene you expected to return to. She had calmed your concerns yet never stopped working, only making an exception for sleep.
Now, as you gently knock on her office door, Claire mumbles a soft invitation. Her hair, the same color as her bloodshot eyes, was messy. She had been wearing the same red tank top for a week now. Her eyes never diverted from the screen or her bulletin board. You weren’t even sure she knew you were here. Should you call out her name again?
“I, uh, got your coffee for you, Babe.” You place a gentle hand on her back and kiss her head.
Your heart aches for her. Almost all her hair had fallen out of her ponytail. As you set down her coffee, she smiles and grabs your hand before pressing a soft kiss into the back. You smile at the tenderness before realizing she is continuing to do her dead, thousand-yard stare. As your smile faltered, you noticed small things that had changed in her appearance recently. Her freckled skin had gotten more pale, and her makeup looked old. These small details pushed you over the edge.
“Claire, are you okay?” You crouch to her side. She nods, humming quickly. “You… you look pretty zoned out.”
Claire keeps her distant look, the one you’ve become oh-so-accustomed to when she comes home from a grueling mission. Claire begins to divert her eyes from looking at the floor. When did she start looking there?
“Claire? Baby?”
She blinks. How long was she zoned out for? Claire pushes her hair back and wipes her palms on her black jeans, the soft denim brushing against her pale skin.
“Yes, sorry.” She blinks to register what happened in the minute she was zoned out, meeting your concerned look. “Sorry. One more time?” She quickly glances at her work before giving you her undivided attention, clearing her voice.
“I was just saying I got coffee for you,” you repeat with a nervous smile and tensed brows. The small sympathetic act was enough to bloom a smile on Claire’s face.
“Oh. Thanks, sweetheart.” She replies, a faint smile on her face.
You nod. You can tell that Claire noticed your concerned expression because she furrows her brows and fights off a scoff.
“You don’t have to be worried about me or anything like that,” she snaps.
“I’m just…” The words die in your throat.
The redhead knows her outburst was unneeded, a small guilty expression forming on her face. Lingering eyes make Claire have a migraine.
A sigh claws its way through your throat. “I’m gonna make lunch,” you manage to shove out, “If you want some.”
Claire nods awkwardly. “Okay.” She looks at you until you look away, then disappears into her work again.
Wobbling into your humble abode, expecting to see Claire waiting for you, you moaned in pain. The lack of your girlfriend proved you incorrect. You knew she had returned from her mission, but maybe she hadn’t? Fear flooded your body as you heard a noise from Claire’s study.
You pulled out your gun, opening the door to see your beloved girlfriend attempting to work with one hand in a cast.
Before you get the chance to say anything she groans and gets up, revealing herself to you.
“Hey, you’re home!” The redhead smiled, going to hug you as best as possible.
Her skin felt freezing! She had been wearing a tank top and underwear with the window open on a cold autumn night. You watch as guilt drains into her face.
You blinked at her red sling. “What happened to your arm, babe?”
A sigh came from her throat. “I, uh. Kinda got thrown into a wall.”
The color quickly drained from your face. “You what?” was the only thing you could mutter out.
“I’m fine now, don’t worry. It's just inconvenient.”
You bit your tongue. Your reflection appears in Claire’s red spectacles. Your nose is bruised and stained red from blood.
“Do you want to go take a bath? Or shower?” you prompt, both of your usual healing methods after missions.
Claire rubbed her eyes, clearly overworked. “No, it’s fine. I have some work to finish anyway. Maybe tomorrow?” Worry had bubbled into your chest.
You hadn’t given it much thought, to your dismay now. Dread had eaten you up. As you stare at Claire now, your throat closes up. Jerking awake, you immediately notice the cold bed.
You manage to get Claire out of the house with the promise of a:
“Coffee/Study Date?” She furrows her eyebrows.
“Yeah! It’ll be fun.” You chirp back.
The cold air nips at both yours and Claire’s cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave, connected by your shared scarf and tightly clasped hands.
The two of you sip on the costly coffee you had purchased to make her smile. There was a cartoon character on top drawn in creamer.
As Claire sips her coffee, the wind blows stronger, blowing cream onto her nose. She looks up at you with a sad expression before back down at her coffee. A small giggle expels from your lips at the sight. Claire glares at you.
“Don’t laugh. I spilled my coffee.” Claire whines, leaning into you and bunching up your scarf. “My latte art!” She frowns and complains jokingly. You know you’d buy her a new one in a heartbeat if she asked.
You coo and kiss her on the cheek for condolence, “You’ll survive.”
Claire laughs, This is the biggest (read: only) smile you’ve seen from her since you got back. She squeezes your hand softly three times. Warmth trickles into your chest, temporarily battling the cold outside. You hum tenderly.
You try to ignore her paranoia, constantly checking your surroundings and flinching.
Sniffling fills your ears and concern is etched onto your face. Her big, blue eyes look at you, beginning to water slightly. You grab her coffee and set it down on a bench nearby before engulfing her in your arms.
“Hey, hey,” your voice softens, “what's wrong, baby?”
Claire sniffles in response. She grabs onto you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.
You can’t find words. With precision and gentleness, you redirect the two of you to the bench with her coffee. Her voice trembles and breaks along with the facade of the strong, independent woman you know so well.
“‘M so, so sorry.” Claire sobs into your shoulder, tears dribbling down your scarf.
Your hand goes to her back to rub it softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I need you to talk to me, though.”
“This mission was supposed to be easy. I just needed to build schools and hospitals. But then I discovered more and dug myself farther into this shitty hole I made. I feel like I dug myself into my own grave.” You listen and hold your girlfriend as she cries. “And then when I got home I just have this… this urge to finish it. And then I started to stop acting like myself and I ruined everything we had and I-”
You look at her, hot tears rolling down her ruby-red cheeks. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. But I’m gonna need you to take a few deep breaths for me.” Your hand snakes its way up Claire’s frame to cup her face. Shaky breaths make themselves noticed. You ignore all the weird looks and flip people off.
Claire whispers, barely audible over the rustle of trees. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention.”
“Don’t be. I knew you were going through something. It’s not an excuse, but I knew it was out of character. I’m not mad. As long as I have our coffee dates I'm fine.” Your calm, gentle voice and small giggle lull her into a reassured space.
“I’ll take you on a fancy date. Maybe give you some special dessert after.” Claire teases, and it is then you realize you are in for a long night.
However, it’s the first time in a long while that your bed is warm, and you know it will stay that way.
note: HAII!! if anyone has tips on formatting lmk cause this is the first time I've really done it! i mainly used ao3 before this. thank you for reading and again thank you SO much to vivi for proofreading:)
UPCOMING BOTS IN THE NEAR FUTURE!!!
Helena Harper is currently being worked on…