Resident evil men with s/o who is smoking
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Characters: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Luis Serra, Karl Heisenberg, Jack Krauser, Jake Muller, Piers Nivans.
Leon is the ultimate "do as I say, not as I do" husband. He’s seen too much trauma and health-related fallout to be okay with you picking up the habit.
If he catches you, he won't yell; he’ll just give you that heavy, soul-tired look that makes you feel guilty instantly. He’ll take the cigarette from your fingers, crush it, and sigh.
He often smells like expensive cologne mixed with faint gunpowder, and he hates the idea of that being replaced by stale smoke in the house.
He will try to "negotiate" with you. If you’re stressed, he’ll offer to take you for a drive or a workout instead—anything to get the pack out of your hand.
On the rare occasion he’s had a truly horrific mission and reaches for a drink himself, he might sit in silence while you smoke, but he’ll never look happy about it.
He’ll secretly replace your lighters with peppermint gum or fidget toys, hoping you’ll take the hint without a confrontation.
Chris is a physical specimen who views his body as a weapon. Even though he’s been seen with a cigar in his later years, he views your smoking as a "breach of readiness."
He will likely go on a "mission" to get you to quit. This involves throwing away your "stashed" packs and replacing them with nicotine patches he bought in bulk.
He’ll lecture you about lung capacity. He needs you to be able to run and keep up if things ever get dangerous again, and smoking is a liability in his eyes.
If he’s smoking a cigar on the porch, he’ll strictly forbid you from joining him. "This is my vice, not yours. You’re supposed to be the healthy one," he’ll grumble.
He hates the smell on your hair. He’s very tactile and likes to bury his face in your neck; if he smells tobacco, he’ll physically recoil and suggest you go take a shower.
He worries about your heart. He’s lost so many people that the idea of losing you to something preventable like a health complication is his greatest fear.
Ethan just wants a normal life. Smoking represents the kind of "stress-relief" he wants to move past.
He’s very observant. He’ll notice the faint yellowing on your fingertips or the way you linger by the open window, and he’ll bring it up during dinner in a very "dad" way.
He’ll worry about the environment of the home. If there are kids involved or even just the dog, he’ll be very firm about "no smoking inside," even if it’s raining.
If you’re smoking because you’re stressed, he’ll feel like he’s failing as a husband. He’ll try to take over more chores or fix things around the house to lower your stress levels.
He’s the type to buy you an expensive air purifier for the bedroom and "forget" to mention it’s because he can smell the smoke on your clothes.
If you catch him looking at you while you smoke, he looks genuinely sad. He sees it as a sign that the world has finally hardened you, and he hates that for you.
Wesker views smoking as a sign of weakness and a lack of self-control. To him, your body should be a temple of efficiency.
He will never let you smoke in his presence. If you try, he’ll extinguish it with a cold, calculated movement before you even get a second puff.
He’ll analyze the chemical composition of your brand and tell you exactly how many seconds you’re shaving off your life with every inhale.
To Albert, your addiction is a "variable" he can’t control, and he hates variables. He might even design a specific "treatment" to make you find the taste of tobacco repellant.
He finds the habit "pedestrian." He prefers the finer things—red wine, classical music—and thinks smoking is a "common" habit that is beneath your status as his wife.
If you persist, he will treat it like a flaw in your programming. He’ll be incredibly cold and distant until you "correct" the behavior.
Carlos is much more laid back. Coming from a guerrilla background, he views smoking as a common, almost communal way to decompress.
If he sees you lighting up, he’s likely to walk over, take the cigarette from your mouth, take a puff himself, and then give it back with a wink.
He’s the most likely to buy you high-quality tobacco or a beautiful, vintage lighter as a gift, treating it like a luxury rather than a "problem."
However, if he notices you’re coughing or struggling during a hike, he’ll gently suggest cutting back, but he’ll never make you feel judged for it.
He loves the "noir" aesthetic of it. He’ll watch you smoke from across the room with a smirk, thinking you look incredibly attractive in the dim light.
For Carlos, it’s about the vibe. As long as you’re happy and not overdoing it, he’s happy to sit on the balcony with you and share the silence.
Luis is a heavy smoker himself, so he’s the ultimate enabler. He probably gave you your first one or at least never discouraged it.
"Ah, a woman of taste!" he’ll exclaim when he sees you. He always has an extra lighter on him and will be the first to offer you a light.
You two probably have your best conversations while smoking. It’s your "time," away from the chaos, just leaning against a wall and talking about nothing.
He’ll joke about the health risks. "We’ve survived much worse things than a little paper and leaf, haven't we, querida?"
He’ll often "steal" your cigarettes, leading to playful arguments about who is buying the next pack.
He knows it's a bad habit, and deep down he feels a bit guilty for not being a "better influence," but he values the shared moment of peace too much to stop.
Heisenberg is almost always seen with a cigar or a pipe. To him, smoke is just another part of the atmosphere, like the smell of oil and metal.
He doesn't care if you smoke. In fact, he’ll probably hand you one of his heavy, hand-rolled cigars and laugh when you try to handle the strength of it.
The factory is already full of fumes; what’s a little more? He’ll flick his lighter with a magnetic spark just to show off while lighting your cigarette.
He likes that you aren't "delicate." Seeing you smoke makes him feel like you’re actually tough enough to handle being the Lord's wife.
If you run out, he’ll send one of his mechanical creations to go "retrieve" more for you, though it might come back a bit crushed.
It’s a bonding activity. Sitting in his cluttered office, drinking something strong and filling the room with smoke, is his version of a romantic evening.
(I'm not sure if he smoke or not, cause knowing how disciplined and tough he is I don't think so. My bad if there's mistakes. Even though this man would smoke, he still wouldn't be happy if his partner would)
Krauser is disgusted by the habit. He views it as a "soft" addiction that would get a soldier killed in the field.
He’ll make you do extra drills if he catches you. "Lungs feel a bit heavy today? Maybe it’s that trash you’ve been inhaling. Ten more miles."
He won't talk about it; he’ll just stare at you with intense, judging eyes until you put it out yourself. His silence is louder than any lecture.
He views smoking as a lack of mental fortitude. He’ll constantly test your resolve, asking why you "need" it and mocking the dependency.
He’ll hide your packs in places that are difficult to reach—high up or inside heavy crates—just to see if you’re "motivated" enough to go get them.
If you ever get out of breath, he will show no mercy. He’ll use it as an example of why you’re "failing" his standards of survival.
Jake grew up in the slums; he’s seen people do much worse things to their bodies. He’s relatively indifferent, but he doesn't love it.
He’ll complain about the cost. "Do you know how much those things cost per pack? That’s a meal. That’s a clip of ammo."
He’ll pretend he doesn't care, but he’ll secretly buy you the "premium" stuff so you aren't smoking "the cheap garbage that'll kill you faster."
He’s very protective of your health in a subtle way. He might start "losing" your lighters if he thinks you’re smoking too many in one day.
If you’re smoking because you’re scared, he’ll just sit next to you. He won't say anything, but he’ll stay there until the cigarette is done and you’re calm.
He’ll occasionally take a drag just to "test the quality," then hand it back with a shrug. "Tastes like dirt. Don't know how you like it."
Piers is the most likely to be genuinely "disappointed." He has a very "pure" image of you, and smoking doesn't fit into his vision of your future together.
He’ll try to use logic and science. He’ll show you brochures or articles about the long-term effects, looking at you with big, pleading eyes.
He’ll try to replace the habit with something healthy. "Let’s go for a swim instead!" or "I bought this gourmet tea for us to try."
He finds the smell distracting. He’s a sniper; he’s used to clear air and sharp focus. The haze of smoke feels "messy" to him.
He’ll feel guilty, wondering if his dangerous job is the reason you’re so stressed that you had to start smoking.
If he catches you, he’ll just hug you really tight and whisper, "I just want you to be around for a long time, okay?"
Idk, I just did it all so quickly... 🥹
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