Are you accepting requests? If so, how about Lara coming home after a long expedition (thankfully unharmed) to Reader who's crying for her in her sleep? Idk some sort of hurt/comfort fluff stuff? Don't ask me how my brain works I'm sorry 😭
Warnings: mentions of injuries. Little to no hurt, mostly comfort
Notes: Hurt/Comfort >>> everything else
The halls of the manor were dark and quiet, the only source of light being the few lit candles and the shine of the moon coming in through the large windows. Her bedroom however, was a different story.
It was far from quiet; your favorite show was playing on the TV, but low enough to where it was a soft whisper. Lara could make out your body under the mountain of covers and she couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping form.
When she moved to take off her shoes, she paused when she took a closer look at your face. Lara could see the marks of dried up tears and the puffiness of your eyes.
She carefully crawled into bed next to you, raising her hand to softly caress your cheek. You squirmed at the feeling of her touch, always being a light sleeper, and opened your bleary eyes to the sight of Lara staring at you worriedly.
”When did you get home?” You asked, voice thick with sleep.
”A second ago,” she answered. “Why were you crying, my love?”
You were quiet at first but you knew Lara wouldn’t rest unless you talked to her. “Just…stressed, really. I got so overwhelmed at the clinic today, and my boss kept snapping at me for little shit—I just couldn’t handle it.”
Lara moved to press her lips on the crease between your brows. “You know, I could buy you your own building. That way you won’t have to deal with him anymore.”
You released a soft laugh. “I know, but I do enjoy working there. Today, everything just came crashing down. It doesn’t help that I haven’t heard from you in two weeks.”
Lara had the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, the Arctic doesn’t have the best reception, I’m sorry. But, I’m here now, my love.”
“Not completely unscathed,” you pointed out. Your finger lightly skimmed over a cut over her eyebrow; healed but still slightly red. “Any other injuries I should know about?”
”Nothing else I promise.” She caught your hand to press a light kiss to the back of it. Lara cuddled in closer to you, maneuvering until her chest was pressed against your back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Over the last six weeks, you’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. But with the feeling of Lara’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you felt more at peace than ever.
