WOW OKAY! Hi ;3; I am so, so sorry. If anyone is still around- here it is. The last 10 prompts. I am officially back in the Resident Evil fandom after all this time. That being said, I'm considering either doing another 100 prompt challenge or just writing more fics for ChrisxWesker. But I'm torn between writing the more "domestic" Chris/Wesker as seen here, or the game-verse versions of them. Any input would be appreciated!

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91. Drowning

The sun was setting on a near-perfect day for Chris and Albert as the two lay curled on the large hammock in the backyard. Chris kept his face towards the sun, basking in the last of its warming rays with a small smile, while Albert lay curled in the crook of his body, perfectly nestled in. He hummed with pleasure as Chris rubbed his back softly, not really working to get the knots out, but more to soothe and relax him. It worked beautifully.

In his half-asleep state, Albert gently rubbed his nose along Chris' shirt, breathing in his unique, husky scent and reveling in the fluttering of his heart. A heavy, content sigh swept him off back to dreamland. His grip on Chris' shirt closed a little tighter and he snuggled a little closer. Chris made a quiet rumbling noise in his chest, the beginnings of a laugh and watched as Albert almost buried himself beneath him.

In Albert's dreams, he was drowning in a sea of everything he loved- Chris. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

92. All That I Have

Albert was a man of many possessions. He reflected upon this as he stood with Chris in the kitchen, a glass of red wine in hand, and gazed out onto the ongoing Christmas party. Chris had begged and pleaded to let him host the party this year and Albert finally gave in, never one to say no to those puppy eyes. Thrilled, Chris began a week-long checklist and cleaning routine, obtaining everything they'd need for the party (with Albert's help- and credit card, of course). The blond insisted that they pull out some of the old decorations and spice up the house a little. Chris agreed and brought down several boxes of old things from the attic that very afternoon.

Now, on the eve of Christmas, Albert stood in the kitchen, politely offering wine or champagne to anyone who came looking for it. He kept a close eye on Chris while admiring all the old little trinkets and decorations he had forgotten he had. Chris looked thrilled, a partially-drunk smile on his bright face as he weaved around his co-workers in an effort to make sure everyone was having a good time.

"You don't look like you're having a good time," a voice murmured in Albert's ear, startling him. Somewhere along the line, he had lost track of Chris; as it turned out, Chris had found him instead. He smirked, taking another sip of his wine.

"I'm fine, darling." Chris noticed his accent became more pronounced the more he drank. "Everyone looks thrilled. You did a good job." Chris' eyes lit up.

"You think so? I was worried it was all a little much. I mean-"

"Everything is beautiful. You're brilliant," Albert figured he could afford to relax a little for the holidays and say the things he usually kept to himself. Chris smiled shyly.

"It's all thanks to you, really. A-And…thank you," Chris murmured, touching Albert's shoulder gently. The blond smiled faintly and put his hand on the small of his lover's back, gently urging him back to the party.

"Don't let me keep you when you're wanted elsewhere," he teased, to which Chris rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright. Better go make sure Forest didn't break anything yet."

Albert chuckled and took another sip of wine, watching his lover disappear into the crowd. Despite the grandeur around him, the blond couldn't help but feel that Chris was the greatest of all his possessions.

93. Role-Model

Albert was never much for movies, but he found himself watching more and more ever since Chris had come into his life. He enjoyed watching the various expressions Chris would make throughout the films, mentally capturing them all forever. One of the most memorable movie-going experiences was Captain America. Albert was a little less excited for that one, not being much for superhero movies in the first place, but it turned out to be better than he expected.

Throughout the movie, Chris kept silently cheering on the Avenger and Albert had to lay a hand on his shoulder to remind him that they were in public and there were other people watching the movie too. It hardly dampened his spirit and soon enough Albert began silently cheering on the hero as well. When the movie ended, Chris looked appropriately somber, but there was a spark of wonder in his eyes as well. He ranted and raved all about it the entire drive home.

"You know," Chris began as they got ready for bed. "Captain America has always kind of been a role-model for me. I mean, he represents everything that's good in the world, y'know? I've always wanted to be like that." He glanced almost shyly over at Albert who, to his credit, wasn't laughing, but smiling faintly.

"He is admirable," Albert admitted. "You'd give him a run for his money as far as being a hero goes."

"You think so?" Chris chuckled.

"Well, he'd outrun you by miles, but at least you tried."

"Oh shut up."

94. Beard

"Aw c'mon, doesn't it make me look manly?"

"It makes you look like that child that decided to try on father's clothes in an effort to be an adult."

Chris pouted at Albert's smug reflection in the mirror, leaning closer to examine his finely trimmed facial hair. The blond had just returned from a long business meeting to discover the Captain had decided to grow a bit of a goatee. It didn't look bad on Chris; Albert just preferred his smooth face. He watched as Chris finally gave up admiring himself and reached for the razor.

"I think it looks good," he muttered half to himself.

"Give it a few years. I'm sure it will look better then."

95. Bedtime story

Due to an emergency on Leon's side of the family, the Kennedy's asked Chris and Albert to watch Leo for an undetermined amount of time. It shouldn't be for more than a week, they promised as they fled out the door. Chris had promised it was no bother and they could take their time. The first few days were easy enough; Leo was a very happy toddler. Chris took the first couple of days off to take care of his nephew and Albert got off work early to help.

After about a week, things started getting complicated. Claire called, explaining they were going to be gone longer than anticipated. Chris assured her it was alright, that Leo wasn't being any trouble and left it at that. It was the truth, mostly; except in the middle of the night, Leo would wake up and start howling. Chris woke up and immediately went to him, hoping the noise hadn't woken Albert up. He would stay up with the boy until he fell asleep just before Chris had to go to work. It worked for a day or two until Chris suddenly passed out from exhaustion at the dinner table. An alarmed Albert half-dragged him up to bed and kept Leo entertained for the rest of the evening.

Around midnight, right on schedule, Leo woke up and started wailing for his mother. Knowing Chris needed to sleep, Albert slipped out of bed and crept down the hall to the guest room. The toddler quieted down once he saw Albert's face, but continued to whine and whimper. The blond wrapped him up in a blanket, lifted him out of his crib and settled down in the comfy rocking chair, steadily rocking back and forth with Leo resting against his chest.

"Do you want to hear a story, Leo?" Albert asked softly. The boy nodded, snuggling closer. So Albert told as many stories as he could think of, quickly lulling the boy off to sleep. The blond joined him soon after, falling asleep in that plush chair.

When Chris woke up, he was surprised to find it was almost nine in the morning; he had slept through the night without Leo crying. Albert would have been at work by now, so he got up and went to check on his nephew. Chris almost burst out laughing when he saw Albert and Leo asleep together in the chair. After Chris got through his silent giggle-fit, he stopped to actually look at what he was seeing; his Albert, sleeping peacefully with Leo curled up against him like it was something he did every day. Chris realized the blond must have gotten up in the middle of the night to soothe the toddler. The thought made his heart swell with happiness at Albert's thoughtfulness. He admired the scene for a few more seconds before gently shaking Albert awake.

"Good morning," Chris murmured, carefully picking Leo up and placing him back in his bed. Albert yawned and stretched, wincing at his aching joints; sleeping in that chair probably wasn't the best idea he'd ever had.

"Good morning yourself," he muttered, hauling himself up to his feet. "I'm buying a new rocking chair today. That thing is insufferable."

"Maybe you're just getting old," Chris teased, barely avoiding Albert's sideswipe. "Kidding, kidding…"

"That will be the last time I do you a favor," Albert warned, shuffling past Chris to go take a shower. Chris hummed in agreement, pretending not to notice the private little smile on Albert's face.

96. Success

For once it was Albert who was waiting at home for Chris to call him from across the country with news about a job offer. Chris had been given the chance to join the B.S.A.A., a global bio-terrorism crime fighting unit. The brunet was thrilled and spent the days leading up to his week-long trip making sure he was fit and ready to go. Albert sent him off with his best wishes and prepared for a nice, relaxing week to himself.

The relaxation didn't last long. Soon enough, Albert had grown bored and rather lonely by himself. He hadn't heard from Chris all week and he didn't want to bother him, but he was dying to hear from him (although he'd never admit that). Finally, on a rainy Thursday night, Albert's phone rang and he forced himself to wait to answer it so he didn't seem desperate.

"Hello?"

"I did it!" Chris yelled and Albert nearly dropped his phone in surprise. "I'm joining the B.S.A.A.!"

"That's excellent news, dear heart," Albert hummed, feeling a twinge of pride for Chris.

"Yeah. They said I could start next month. Which…sort of brings me to my next point."

Albert instinctively tensed at the sudden uneasiness in Chris' tone. "What is it?"

"We'd have to move so I can finish training. Or I mean, I can move, you don't actually have to come with me because I know you're working on important stuff and I-"

"Chris," Albert cut in because Chris was starting to ramble. "We have a month to figure things out. We'll talk about it when you get home."

"Okay. I gotta go, but I'll see you in a few days. Love you."

"I love you too, Chris."

Albert hung up and settled back on the couch, smiling proudly and ignoring the twinge of unease that lingered at Chris' proposal.

97. Move

"I can't believe this is actually happening," Chris said for the billionth time, stacking yet another box on the pile already collected.

"You're the one who wanted this," Albert reminded him, not unkindly, from where he stood by the large window in the living room. "The B.S.A.A. will be lucky to have you."

"That's not what I meant," Chris said, coming to stand beside him. "I meant…moving. And you agreeing to move." Albert made a noise that was neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"It's for you. This is what you wanted," he said quietly without looking at Chris.

"Well it's not all about me," Chris joked, then more seriously said: "But really…I know you've spent most of your life here- so have I. So why would you agree to this?"

"It's all for you, Christopher," Albert murmured, moving off to go finish packing. "It's always been for you."

Chris couldn't ignore the touch of sadness in his words and hoped it would all be worth it in the end.

98. Farewell

Chris had never been good at delivering news or saying good-bye, so when it came time to say bye to Claire and family, it was a long, drawn-out affair. Chris and Albert had decided to take everyone including William and Annette out to dinner the night before they were due to leave to say their good-byes and have a nice time. Everything was going so well; even William looked comfortable chatting with everyone, something Albert never thought he'd see. As Albert watched Chris and Leon exchanged friendly banter, he felt a thin hand cover his own. Looking over, Annette and William were leaning close like they were going to tell him a secret.

"I didn't want to make a big scene," Annette murmured. "But William and I are expecting a baby." Albert glanced over at his friend who looked rather sheepish and gave him a tiny smile.

"That's great news," Albert replied, covering Annette's hand with his other one.

"We were wondering if you would be the Godfather," she finished, practically beaming. "Will and I couldn't think of anyone better than you and Chris in case something happened." Albert blinked, clearly startled by the statement. But after a few moments a smile broke out and he nodded.

"Of course. I would be honored," he said sincerely. Annette pulled Albert into a hug, thanking him quietly. They pulled away just as Leon and Chris finished their conversation and everything settled into a warm silence for a few seconds until Leo slammed his hands on the table, startling everyone. Even more startling was the piece of food that flew off his fork he'd hit that went straight at William, hitting him right on the cheek. Everyone burst out laughing as he wiped it away with a half-hearted grimace.

"Nice shot, buddy!" Chris praised and Leo beamed. Claire rolled her eyes, apologizing to Will who was smiling. Out of the corner of his eye, Albert could see the bittersweet sorrow in Chris' eyes and realized he too suddenly felt rather sad; they would be leaving so much behind in hopes of finding something even greater. Looking around, he realized everyone else had fallen into the same subdued state. Albert automatically reached for Chris' hand, seeking and providing some comfort.

"Well," Claire said after several more moments of silence. "I suppose this is it, huh?"

"For now," Chris agreed. "We'll be back before you know it."

"I'll hold you too that," Claire warned playfully. "Anyways, I just wanted to tell you how proud of you I am, Chris. You've done so well for yourself and I know you'll do even better at the B.S.A.A."

"Thanks Claire," Chris murmured, drawing his sister in for a hug. Albert could see the tears clotting on her eyelashes and guessed Chris wasn't doing much better. She wiped her eyes when they pulled away and Leon wrapped an arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

"Take care of my brother," she added to Albert. "God knows he can barely take care of himself."

"I'll do my best," Albert promised with a smile. After that, they finished up idle chatter and everyone got ready to go. Albert wished Will and Annette the best of luck, promising to fly back when their child was born. After they left, the blond joined Chris who was, once again, saying good-bye to his sister. Leon wished them both luck and Albert returned the sentiment. On their way out, Claire handed something rather big to Chris, explaining that he should open it on the flight. With one last hug, they bid farewell and drove home.

That night, the two lay together thinking about everything that had happened over the past few years, feeling sad but optimistic and promising the next couple would be just as good.

99. Forever

As promised, Chris and Albert had waited to open the present Claire had given them until they were settled in the cozy first-class seats, half-way to Washington D.C.. Inside the beautiful box was a rather large photo album with a big group picture that had been taken some time ago on the cover. They both smiled fondly and opened it up, pointing out various memories and moments in their history together. Although there were mostly family photos that Albert had taken, there were a few he had never seen before; genuine, unplanned photos that caught the essence of the moment. There was a particular one of Chris and Albert that they both lingered on, as it was so beautiful. A black and white photo of Chris leaning over to kiss Albert's cheek with the most genuine smile on the blond's face. It was almost too good to be true.

There were just blank pages after that with a note from Claire explaining that they could start putting their own memories in to share when they returned. Chris closed the book and put an arm around his lover, drawing him in close and kissing his temple. Albert cuddled in close, making himself comfortable and they both just relaxed. For the first time in several days, all their tension about the move melted away.

"It's gonna be alright," Chris said softly. "We're gonna be okay. We'll always have each other, right?"

"Always," Albert promised.

"And forever."

100. End

So this is how the story ends. A drastically different ending than what I was expecting years ago. Then again, I never expected to cross paths with Chris Redfield. Not everything had gone as hoped or planned, but in the end I suppose that's not what mattered. We have sacrificed so much for each other; more than I thought possible. It's all led up to this moment. Tomorrow we start our new lives and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather have beside me than Christopher Redfield.

Signed,

Albert Wesker.