#Eventual Chreon

[sparkie96]

Kinktober Day 16: Aphrodisiacs

Where Leon and Rebecca both get captured, Rebecca is creepily hit on but rejects Arias, and Leon gets nabbed by Arias’s men during the highway chase scene and drugged up once they find out he’s an Omega.

Arias decides to take out his frustrations on the agent…as well as deal with his case of blue balls at Rebecca’s rejection.

Leon is only partially into it because it’s been a while since he’s gotten laid.

Rated M to E for Suggestive Themes, Language and Canon Typical Violence.

(I decided to make Prompt 16 the Aphrodisiacs one because I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything for the previous ones there so I decided to move and change those. Enjoy.)

[citrine-elephant]

ok but i make a whole goofy sketch idea of "mechanical baptism" with a greasy palm bcuz it's fun to make metaphors

but after yesterday and today and how hard my ass has gotten kicked, i think this might be the actual baptism wtf

[anglespin]

[Chreon] Mer!Chris + Sea Dragon!Leon

The story was: Chris is a warrior mer sent out to confirm sightings of a lone sea dragon out in the deeps, but ends up finding a rather small and harmless one compared to the crazed monsters he has come to know.

They form a bond through unlikely circumstances and eventually become very close.

(its really simple lol)

The designs are incomplete though so they'll be changed a bit if I decide to do them again.

[sapphire-weapon]

Chreon is so underrated. The way their relationship could be so DEEP and meaningful and healing for both parties. I'm in my feelings tonight god damn.

I went through this like last week or someshit, where I just got slammed with Chreon feels and had to go lie down for a bit.

In DSC, Leon geeks out at Claire several times about how it's so cool that her brother is in STARS, and he must be really smart and dedicated and all this other stuff, and it's so goddamn cute. Imagine if the two of them had actually gotten a chance to work together for a period of time before everything went to shit. Babby Leon all starstruck (no pun intended) and Chris, being Chris, would almost definitely take the dewy-eyed rookie under his wing. 🥺

So much potential for a traditional romance story between them, with Leon just crushing hardcore but not wanting to screw up their professional relationship -- until it finally comes out that Chris's affections for him in return are less than professional, as well.

But even apart from that, with the way they've actually been written -- Hunnigan basically says it was love at first dork between those two.

Though, that's only like. Half of the story. There's no way of knowing just how long Leon and Chris had actually been friends before meeting face to face. They first canonically spoke all the way back in 1999, so for all we know, they could've had a long-distance friendship not unlike so many other people do via the internet. (Can u believe that me and @godtier have never met irl but we have been staples in each other's lives for over 15 years?)

I would really like to see RE become self-aware about the relationship they've built between these two -- because I don't think that the writing staff over at Capcom is consciously aware of certain things that have been set up and implied between the two of them. I don't think they realize that they've been writing these stories to show Chris as trusting Leon more than he trusts Jill, in some ways. I also don't think they realize that they've shown Leon to be consistently comforted by Chris's presence.

I'm not saying that Capcom should make Chreon canon -- I know that they'd sooner let Leon canonically marry Ashley before so much as suggesting an actual romance between Leon and Chris -- but I'd like to see some acknowledgement of just how deep their friendship seems to run.

But on the headcanon-y side of things, if only the two of them were also more self-aware and were at all the types of guys to actually, like. Think about their own emotions a little bit (as opposed to not at all). How much better off would the two of them be if they were cognizant enough to spend nights together in a way that matters?

Just a quiet night with the two of them together on the couch, not really watching whatever's on TV because Leon is falling asleep while leaning against Chris, who has one arm slung lazily around his shoulders so that his hand dangles uselessly against Leon's arm. Chris knows that he's going to eventually have to make the decision to either drag Leon's sleepy ass to bed or lay him out properly on the couch -- assuming that he, himself, doesn't fall asleep right there along with him.

Anon I want to fuckihng die why did u do this to me

[milkrqt]

i’ve been editing a lot lately so i thought maybe i’ll post my edits here too,, i’ve also been writing more chreon fics, i’ll post them on here eventually too.

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[pupcuck]

omg cherry i just had a thought about.. adoptive dads chris and leon who started to see u in a different light at the same time...

like imagine how disgusted they would be of themselves! you're their little girl! they adopted you when you were still a kindergartener, watched you grow up, supported you through all those weird teenage phases! they would never think of you in such a filthy way...

at least not until you finally came back from uni after like 4 years, maybe you were studying abroad so your only means of comunication with your dads were text messages and eventual calls. but now you're finally back! but yours dads didn't expext you to be so... changed.

your face matured, no signs of the baby fat that you had before travelling out of the country. they way you dressed reflected what kind of people you were hanging out with in college, either clothes too small and revealing, or the appropriate size but way too tight in certain places. and your body of course... when did god graced you with such a womanly body? hell, when did you went from a girl to a woman? probably in one of your weekend nights out, chris thought, or maybe in a empty classroom when one of your teachers suggested how you could improve your grades, said leon's mind.

both of them couldn't help but steal glances at your ass whenever you turned around, or keep theirs hands on your back longer than necessary after a hug, and they also couldn't stop their dirty thoughts the more they spent time around you. either taking you for themselves or sharing you with your other father. the place didn't matter either, it could be the couch you were currently laying on, or the dining table the three of you ate at a hour before. or they could be classic and take you to their room, but it would take so long since it's upstairs, besides you're already in the couch sooo...

but hey! what are they doing! thinking about fucking their daughter? how gross! they should feel disgusted; indeed, they feel disgusted. but such feeling doesn't stop their filthy fantasies involving you, doesn't stop their sneaky hands on your body while you cuddled with them in the living room —and you didn't think much of it cause hey! it's just your dads!—, and definitely doesn't stop them to, later at night, have sex knowing damn well you were sleeping in your childhood room, just behind the wall their bed's headboard was almost banging against. and while they fucked the hell out of each other, they couldn't help but wish it was you who they're pounding into, or maybe that you were in between them, taking care of them both. disgusting.

and oh, these two old men, so engulfed in their own pleasure that they didn't give a single thought to try to muffle their sounds. and of course you woke up to slapping sounds and loud grunts and groans. in a half-asleep state, you were unable to think of the obvious reason behind such sounds, growing worried of what was going on in your dads' room. maybe you should cheek if your old men are doing fine...

bonus!!! if you were still a virgin, they would definitely have a 30 minute fight about who would defile you. but in the end they'd probably fuck your pussy at the same time, so you could have the honor of having your first time with your two loving dads! how considerate of them, no?

also, could i be the 🩰 anon maybe? if it's not taken already.. also pls dont mind any typos i wrote thiz in a rush ^^

ofc u can be 🩰 :3 under the cut response bc i made it a little long 😭

AND OH MY GOD i was stuck on the whole dad chris, uncle leon train BUT UR SO SMART… MARRIED CHREON N THEIR DAUGHTER IS SO REAL!!! i like the idea of both of them feeling this way, but leon thinks chris will literally shoot him for thinking that way and chris thinks leon won’t hesitate to kick him out, send him packing, to get far away from their little girl.

they don’t talk about it, but when they’re fucking, it’s so heated. they don’t usually get so worked up, so needy, half the time leon can’t even get it up and chris isn’t one of those guys that need to go every day. neither of their sex drives r particularly high. not at all. but since you’ve come home? it’s gone through the roof, they can’t keep their hands off each other and it’s all your fault.

leon’s a bit quicker to notice than chris. he’ll watch chris get more affectionate, usually the big guy gives you a lot of space, he thinks chris just missed you, after all he’s always been the one that’s more involved in caretaking with you. but it’s more than that. he can see the way chris has difficulty looking you in the eye, how his fingers twitch when you hug him from behind while he washes the dishes, or when he’s making breakfast. how handsy chris gets when you’re near him, keeps asking you to come over n give your old man a hug. it’s so unusual and it clicks. chris wants you too.

chris only notices when leon starts getting loud about it. leon’s doing it on purpose of course. but chris doesn’t know that. he keeps calling you all these names, sugar ‘n baby ‘n bunny ‘n princess, stuff that’s so unlike leon. he’s sorta stiff, always been a babe or baby kinda guy. and leon keeps commenting on how much you’ve grown up, how you look like such a big girl, and he’ll say that and glance very pointedly at your bust, or he’ll put his hands on your hips to move you out the way when he’s getting past. just makes flirty comments that are very typical of leon towards chris, but not towards you. and it kinda clicks for him too.

[sunhatllama]

in my dreams, we're far away from here (Part 5)

A Resident Evil fic request

For @wisecrackingeric-2

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, gore, injury

Tags: Chreon, Major Character Injury, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3174

Part 5/5 Part 1 <- Previous

Leon woke to the sound of an incessant beeping and the low drone of electrical equipment. The smell of generic disinfectant entered his senses and he furrowed his brows, groaning. Leon’s eyes fluttered open as he tried to look around, confused. Wasn’t he…

Forest. BOWs. Lab. Chris.

Where was Chris?

In an instant, Leon flew upright, the quick action sending pain through his arm. “Chris?” he said, his voice cracking. Chris Chris Chris where was he— Leon was gasping now, close to hyperventilating as his eyes flew wildly around the room, looking for his boyfriend. He couldn’t be dead—no. The beeping skyrocketed in speed, and it made Leon even more stressed, sweating now and becoming lightheaded. Multiple voices suddenly registered, and hands were on him, trying to get him to lay back down, and he cried, pain and panic fogging his mind. He kicked out his feet and swung his arm around, trying to buck off the people on top of him, tears streaming down his face— no, no, no, no. “Chris!” he cried out, memories of tyrants grabbing a hold of him flashing past his vision. The door slammed open again, Leon barely able to hear it, then a familiar, feminine voice yells, and the hands were gone in an instant. Leon trembled, curling in on himself, grabbing at the sheets as he clenched his eyes shut. It was too much—

The voice speaks again, this time softer, and he realized that whoever they were was talking to him. “Leon? Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Leon breathed, still quickly, but less so, and he tried to open his eyes again. He spotted red-brown hair and a red jacket in his blurred vision, and immediately knew that it was Claire next to him. Their eyes met and she came forward, reaching for his hand. He latched onto it, squeezing tight, and slowly calmed down, unwinding from the sheets and letting his muscles relax. The room was blessedly quiet around him, and he noticed that the beeping was even gone. Once able to speak, he immediately asked her, “Where is Chris?” voice soft and scared—scared of her answer.

Oh God. What if he had turned? What if Leon’s failure got him killed? His heart dropped and his fingers turned cold. A million scenarios rushed through Leon’s drug-hazed mind, his heart pounding in his chest but the heart monitor was silent now, unable to scream his vitals. 

Then Claire gave him a small, reassuring smile, and she patted his hand. “He’s okay. You saved him. He’s in the room next door, still sleeping. You woke up sooner than we thought you would.”

Alive.

Relief flooded his body and he visibly deflated, sighing. He was alive. He felt like crying—he didn’t know what he would have done if he had died. “Can I see him?” She looked at him with sympathy. “The doctor’s said you’re not allowed to get up yet—you’re still recovering from blood loss and hypothermia.”

“I need to see him, Claire,” he said, voice broken, emotion thick despite his dry throat.

There was a pregnant silence for a while, Leon letting his head hang against the pillow, his bangs falling into his face. He wouldn’t be able to rest unless he saw Chris for himself.

“...I’ll see if I can convince the doctors,” she eventually conceded with a sigh. “Don’t get up while I’m gone or I’ll revoke your Chris-visiting privileges.” ~o~

Claire managed to convince the doctors to let him see Chris, just as long as he took a wheelchair and brought his IV pole with. They apparently had him on warmed saline and blood to try and combat the lingering effects of both his now-stitched up licker wounds and the hypothermia. Normally he would have refused being taken in a wheelchair, but he was too desperate to see Chris—and he felt abnormally weak, his legs trembling as Claire helped him into the chair. Now sitting, he swallowed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to help calm himself, and let Claire push him to the next door room. The hallway was empty, which Leon was grateful for, the silence much preferred over the beeping of the monitors in his room. They came to the door, and instead of Claire pushing him through the door, she stopped. The younger Redfield then placed a small box in his hands, and he immediately recognized it as his. 

“I’m not telling you what to do,” she said, “but I think you should do it.”

Leon blushed, but also felt a wave of nervousness. He fiddled with the ring, brushing his thumbs over it, hands shaking slightly. “What if he says no?”

“Like I told Chris months ago, ‘Why’re you so sure he’ll reject you?’” she asked, and Leon wasn’t able to see her expression, but he could tell she was smiling. “He loves you. Anyone can see that.”

“Yeah but—” he stopped, emotion bubbling up. “I couldn’t even save him. I failed. Why would he want me after that?”

“Leon. You did save him. If you hadn’t gone for him and met up with the team, he would have turned—he would have been too far gone to save.”

Leon’s face blanched. What? Images of him carrying Chris through those frozen woods came to mind and he was suddenly hit with how close it had been. He almost lost him.

“You saved my brother. There’s no reason to believe he would tell you no.”

Leon was silent for a long time, then swallowed. Nodding, he gestured for Claire to open the door. 

The wheelchair squeaked as the rusting wheels turned, and the door swung open with a creak from the hinges. Leon inhaled as he crossed the threshold, then held his breath, scared to see Chris. What if Claire was wrong? What if Chris was dead? What if the vaccine didn’t work and he turned into an infected?

As he panicked, Claire brought him over to the side of the room he was scared to go to, the room around them feeling cold and utterly cavernous. What was an eternity for Leon was in reality a few seconds, and in an instant, he was somehow pulled up so his shins were touching the side of the hospital bed.

And there was Chris. Breathing. An IV attached to the crook of his elbow.

Alive.

Leon exhaled, finally able to breathe. Chris was alive. Claire wasn't lying—Leon suddenly felt weak and he hunched over, leaning over his thighs and nestling his face into his arm. Relief flooded his chest, and the leftover panic and anxiety from before finally fell away, replaced by a dull pain, a reminder that he was also injured; his arm throbbed, and his legs shook despite sitting down.

Probably noticing his reaction, Claire spoke up, putting a soft, grounding hand on his shoulder, and Leon fought to keep his tears at bay. “You okay?”

“I am now.” ~o~

Eventually, Claire left the room to grab something to eat, confident that the two of them would be okay on their own for a little while, and then it was just Leon, looking down at Chris’ sleeping form, unable to do anything but stare. Leon assumed Claire left so that Leon could have a moment with her brother without her listening in. He was happy for the privacy, but being alone with just his thoughts wasn’t doing him any good either.

According to Claire, after Leon collapsed from his wounds in the forest, the BSAA team sent after he left arrived in Norway and found them, Leon half frozen and nearly dead, and Chris infected and near turning into a BOW. She had said that him getting Chris when he did, and giving him his jacket were what saved him, but in doing so, it nearly killed Leon.

Leon shuddered, not wanting to think about how close it had been.

He focused his attention back to Chris and sighed. His boyfriend’s face was pale and slightly skinnier, deep bags under his eyes looking wrong against his skin. There was a slight pink dusting across his upper cheeks, and Leon assumed it was the fever he had before running its course. According to Claire, Chris was starved while captured, and he was dehydrated. Leon guessed that was to be expected, but it still made his skin crawl all the same. Looking at his boyfriend’s IV, he noticed without too much surprise that he had one fewer bag than he did, only having the saline fed into his body while Leon had one final blood transfusion to go through, his bag halfway full of the crimson liquid.

Leon fiddled again with the ring box before reaching over to grab Chris’ limp hand at the man’s side, and squeezed tightly, but not enough to cause discomfort. He brushed his thumb over his boyfriend’s calloused fingers, comforted by the warmth. He was warm. He was alive. The infected were ice-cold, their rotting flesh without need of their life-giving fluids anymore, and Chris was far from the familiar chilled skin that usually grabbed at Leon. He traced each feature of Chris’ face, a thick glob of guilt, fear, and self-depreciation settling in the back of his throat. 

“I don’t know what I would have done without you, Chris,” he eventually said, letting his fringe fall into his face as he hung his head forward, not expecting the man to respond. They had only been dating for six months, but Leon was head over heels for him. He couldn’t imagine living in a world without Chris—and he wanted to marry him. He just hoped Chris would have him…

It was another ten minutes before Chris made a noise. It was a soft, low groan, nearly a hum, and it made Leon perk up, watching his face for any movement. He was happy—but nervous. What would Chris say to him? He almost didn’t want to know, but the alternative made him feel sick.

His boyfriend made another noise, this time louder, and he clenched his eyes, moving his head back and forth slightly. The fingers in Leon’s hand twitched and latched on, and he smiled, emotion making his eyes glassy. In the background, the beeping of the heart monitor quickened to a normal rate, indicating wakefulness.

“Chris?” he asked softly, rubbing the back of the man’s hands again before pressing a kiss to the dry skin.

As if prompted by his words, Chris’ eyes fluttered open, gaze distant before settling on Leon, recognition flooding his expression. “...Leon?” he said, voice gravelly from not using it for so long, and it sounded like music to his ears.

Leon smiled, laughing wetly. “Hey, Chris,” he said, unable to say much more from the overwhelming emotions coursing through him.

His boyfriend grew more aware, his eyes widening and looking around, probably realizing he was in the hospital, then he turned to Leon again, spotting the wheelchair and IV pole. “Are you okay?” he asked, still groggy from sleep, but growing panicked as he realized Leon was hurt. “Why’re you in a wheelchair?”

“Licker,” he replied, waving his hand to imply it wasn’t a big deal, not wanting to worry the man. “It got me on my way to rescue you.”

“What? Rescue?…What happened? I can’t remember anything but vague images.” Chris looked distressed, eyes wide and fearful, looking at Leon like he was going to keel over and die right in front of his eyes.

Leon swallowed, nervous to put his failure into words. “You…were kidnapped by terrorists while on an op. You were missing for ten days before Hunnigan was able to tell me where you were. I went to save you…” he stopped, breath catching. “They were experimenting on you, trying to make you turn. I got you out and carried you, but collapsed on the way back.”

Chris’ hand tightened around his as he took in Leon’s words, mouth open slightly. His face morphed into something screaming both pain and empathy and Leon didn’t know how to handle seeing his boyfriend like that.

“I thought you were dead—” he broke off with a strangled sob, the dam he was so desperately trying to keep standing breaking in a single moment, tears falling down his face, as he hunched over again. “I thought I was going to find and have to bring you corpse back home—”

In the blink of an eye, Chris sat up and moved his legs over the bed, grabbing Leon and pulling him close, and Leon only sobbed harder, grabbing onto Chris like it was the last time he would ever see him. “I’m here. It’s okay,” Chris said, and Leon could hear tears in his eyes too. “You saved me—and got injured in the process.”

At the mention, his arm twinged, but he chose to ignore it, hugging Chris harder and pressing into Chris’ still overly warm body. In response, Chris held on tighter as well, resting his chin on top of Leon’s head.

Chris hummed unhappily, his throat rumbling against Leon’s face. “I keep getting you injured. First, New York, and now—you almost died saving me. What kind of boyfriend am I?”

There was an immense wave of guilt radiating from the man, and Leon was quick to shut him down. This was far from Chris’ fault. “No,” he interrupted. “It isn’t—and wasn’t—your fault. I would do it again and again to save you—I can’t imagine my life without you, Chris.” 

Tears began to fall onto Leon, falling from Chris’ face in earnest, and Leon moved to look at him, cupping his face and using his thumb to wipe away the tear tracks. 

“And I can’t imagine my life without you.”

They sat in each other’s arms for what felt both like an eternity, and the blink of an eye, the both of them relishing the other’s company—they were both alive, but they very nearly weren’t. They could have both died out in the snow and left everyone they love behind, the BSAA recovering their bodies. Leon shuddered, and Chris hummed. Then Leon pulled away, inhaling before moving to grab the box he concealed when he came in.

Leon had to ask him—their luck might run out someday, and if one of them died before the other…he would forever wonder ‘what if’.

Chris looked at him with confusion, and Leon was quick to return to him, speaking up before his boyfriend could say anything. “Chris.” he started, hands shaking from nerves. “This probably isn’t the right time, but I want to do this before something happens…because there will never be a right time.” He inhaled, watching Chris’ expression shift into realization. “You’re so important to me—and I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

Leon opened the box, pulling out the black engagement band lined with small diamonds around the edges and intricate designs engraved on the outside, and showing it to Chris. “Will you marry me?”

His boyfriend leaned closer in an instant, kissing Leon so fiercely he gasped, and he melted into the man’s grasp. Their lips pressed together as if they were made for each other and Leon tried not to start crying again.

“Of course I will, Leon,” Chris said, pulling away only enough to talk, his warm breath fluttering against Leon’s skin and as he looked up at him, he saw more tears falling, his boyfriend beaming at him, hand still cupping his face.

Leon smiled then, happier than he ever remembered being. “I love you,” he said, looking deeply into his eyes.

This time Chris kissed his forehead and said, “And I love you too.” ~o~

They were finally home, the two of them being released after only an additional day of monitoring with instructions to rest. They had a week off from work, and they planned to spend every moment of that time with each other. Claire was spending a couple days with them as well, using the guest bedroom before planning to head back to work. She dropped them off before heading to a nearby pizza place to grab them dinner.

Their apartment, filled out much more compared to either of their old apartments, was a pleasant site, and as they stepped inside, they stood next to each other at the entrance, breathing in and out. Nothing was said, and after an amount of time he didn’t keep track of, they moved further into the loft, Leon going first.

They sat on their black, leather couch, and Leon melted into the cushions, immediately snuggling into Chris as he sat down next to him. 

“You know,” Chris said, “we’re gonna have to get you a matching ring.” 

Leon scoffed. “I’m the one who proposed.”

“Well then consider this my proposal. I want to marry you too.”

Leon shook his head with a laugh, letting Chris win. “Fine. We’ll get me a matching one.”

They put a movie on and waited for Claire to come back with the pizza, the younger Redfield knocking before opening the door, food in tow, and they ate together on the couch. Chris had to eat slowly, his system still not used to eating very much, so the others ate at his pace as well, not in a hurry. Leon made sure that Chris didn’t overeat either, not wanting him to be sick. Hopefully he could gain the weight he lost back fairly quickly, as long as he was careful.

The movie continued, and the leftover pizza was put into the fridge, Claire heading to sleep after a while, leaving Chris and Leon alone in their living room. Chris ended up leaning on Leon, eventually moving to lay on his lap as they watched the TV, and he brushed his fingers through the man’s hair, starting a slow rhythm. Leon was becoming drowsy as they sat, yawning every few minutes. 

The movie’s credits started to run, and he looked down to Chris to ask him if he was ready for bed soon, only to find he was passed out, mouth open and drooling slightly.  Leon smiled, fondness overwhelming him. It was time for bed.

Carefully moving Chris out of his lap, he got up off the couch and moved to pick up Chris, only struggling for a moment before settling him into his arms bridal-style. His fiance—Leon’s heart fluttered at the word—hummed, his eyes cracking open slightly.

“I’ve got you,” Leon murmured. “Go back to sleep.”

He took him to their bedroom and laid him down, stripping him of his jeans and socks before doing the same to himself. Leon eased himself into bed, dragging the comforter over the both of them and snuggling into Chris. He exhaled, relaxing into the warmth and closing his eyes. 

Chris reached over to his waist and pulled Leon closer, pressing him to his chest, and Leon hummed contently, sleep beckoning him. He wished they could stay like this forever.

“...love you,” Chris murmured sleepily, slurring his words, and Leon smiled.

He wanted to be with Chris for the rest of his life.

[totallynottinsel]

Warnings: none. Just some tooth rotting fluff for the soul. and maybe a little angst

Ship: Chreon (+ some Jill x Claire sprinkled in for fun)

Ty to my wonderful mom for this whole idea of the gang getting to have a chill day out for once, she's amazing so all credit goes to her for the prompt (: (i've dragged her into the Chreon cult)

Finally, with the world saved once again by the skin of everyone’s teeth, there was that silent, open void left over; it was a bit funny how these top tier government agents and so on had a hard time figuring out what to occupy themselves with when not stopping bioterrorists or shooting zombies. Though most of them had gotten used to that same empty space by now. 

After Dylan had been successfully put to a stop, as well as the events on Alcatraz Island settled—the near exhausted group of friends wanted to at least spend a little time all together before each of them had to return to their own set of work again. Yet the question was…what would they do? None could seem to agree on one thing throughout the various ideas and suggestions spat out, though at least someone had a decent choice. Rebecca ended up saying they should simply go out for ice cream, to which they all happily agreed to. Who wouldn’t though?

They all decided to carpool to make the trip easier. “I’m calling shotgun!” Claire exclaimed as she dashed to the side of the car, sitting herself inside right next to her brother, who’d already been the chosen driver—whilst Jill and Rebecca got stuck with the backseats. But at least it wasn’t too squished for the two of them, or so they would think for a good minute. 

“Hey, can I ride with you guys? I’ve kinda lost mine” A low, unsure voice kindly asked the rest of the group, which was quick to catch everyone’s attention. It belonged to Leon of course, who stood just a few feet away from the vehicle, arms crossed as he patiently awaited a response.  

“What happened to your bike?” Chris asked with curiosity towards the other, his arm resting on the rim of the car’s open window. 

“I…don’t really wanna talk about it.” The blond replied in an underlying tone of remorse, his gaze fluttering down to the ground below him, almost in a shameful manner. 

"Not again…" Claire murmured from her side, leaning forward to try and get a better look out her brother's window, not all too surprised by the revolution. Especially seeing who it was coming from.

"What does she mean again? Jesus, how many bikes have you recked?" Jill raised an eyebrow to the topic, staring at the apprehensive man outside the car with a slightly distasteful, yet nonetheless intrigued look on her face. 

"Too many for my liking." Leon mumbled under his breath as it was mixed with the tiniest tinge of annoyance, which was fair in his defense. He made his way over to the car, and slid himself inside the backseat alongside the other two—who were now stuck being squished next to each other. 

"So what I got from that was, is that I get to sit next to the guy who's known for wrecking bikes and or vehicles? Just my luck." She remarked straight back, her tone riddled with sarcasm as she kept on trying to lean far from him, making their limited space even worse no doubt. "Wanna swap seats?" She asked the woman next to her.

"I'll pass." Rebecca gladly declined, knowing fully well she wasn't about to be the human shield in case the curse of the vehicle wrecker was real all along. 

"Don't worry, we'll get you a new one, again. It's no big deal." Chris didn't hesitate one bit to put up an offer towards the other man, his usual warm and inviting smile coming across his face as he started up the car, one hand leisurely placed on the wheel.

"You don't have to do that, Chris—really. I can get my own this time, eventually…" He denied the gracious offer with hesitance; it wouldn't be the first time he's said no, yet came home to a snazzy new bike regardless. 

"He just likes finding any excuse to buy you things." Claire couldn't help but comment with a grin towards the two, shifting to look back at Leon, who rightfully was trying to avoid direct eye contact. Even if everyone was staring at him with intrigue. "You know he'll get it for you no matter what you say or do." He sank right into his seat after hearing that. 

—-------

"Are you going to pick or just stand there?" Chris asked with a gentle sigh, waiting for Jill to finally order whatever flavor of ice cream she was so deeply contemplating for what seemed like years. At this rate, she'd been holding up the line of impatient kids—whilst Claire and Rebecca had no issues ordering and taking a seat outside the place.  

"Give me a break! It's been awhile since I ordered anything, let alone ice cream." She gave a snappy response before eventually making her decision out of the bajillion flavors this place had, and was glad to leave the devilish gazes of all those kids waiting for their daily sugar intake. 

"Did you order anything yet?" Chris directed his attention back to the silent man standing off to the side, seeming a bit fazed out—as if he'd been distracted this entire time, which might've been true. 

"Huh–? Oh, yeah… I'll just have whatever you're having, I'm not really that hungry." Leon merely shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands down into the pockets of his leather jacket, having his laid back demeanor as always. 

"You sure?" The older wanted to confirm, though a hint of concern was noticeable in his voice towards the other. 

"Yeah, like I said, I'm not super hungry or anything…but if I do I'll just steal some from yours." He at least had a half smile going, which was better than nothing at all, but something still felt a bit off. 

The two men returned back outside within no time, ice cream in hand as the sun was shining, people out and about, no blood curdling screams of terror. Or big tyrants stomping around. All in all it was…well, a normal, average day, by anyone else's standards. But for this group of pals in particular? This was like a dream.

"Looks like we've been ditched." Leon snarkily remarked at the supposed other three friends who'd left before them, now nowhere in sight. So…that left the both of them, alone once again to either sit in cricket filled silence as they stood on the sidewalk, or attempt at striking up a decent conversation. What the hell would they even talk about at this point? That was always the question when this scene played out, with no mission to swiftly coordinate with one another, or battle to face. Though in all honesty, neither one totally hated the silence—it was almost nice of sorts to just be in each other's company, no words needed.

"You doing okay?" Chris finally spoke up after at least five minutes of just head nodding and gestures of acknowledgement, having already taken notice of the other's odd quietness, and how he kept on resting his eyes nearly the whole time. "You've been pretty quiet all morning." 

"I'm fine, just real tired. I barely got any sleep last night…actually, scratch that, I haven't got any sleep all damn week. I guess it's catching up to me." The fatigued blond rubbed his drowsy eyes with his hand, leaning his back against the concrete wall next to the store. "I can't seem to figure out how to stop having nightmares, and I feel like I've tried everything, you know?" 

"Yeah, I do." Chris gave a weary nod in return; he definitely had similar experiences with dreams throughout his entire life, though he wasn't sure if his were as frequent, and as bad as Leon's. He's heard about them in detail before, and it didn't sound like a pleasant sight to see. He also wasn't an expert when it came to comforting people, so he gently leaned his cup of ice cream towards the other, offering it up with a kindhearted smile. 

Leon let a short chuckle go as he spotted the ice cream, decided to accept the treat, even if it wasn't a flavor he preferred—he didn't mind at all if it was coming from Chris. He pulled out one of the plastic spoons that sat in the side of it, and popped a spoon full into his mouth, pleasantly surprised by it. 

"You'll always have my shoulder to lean on, just know that." The older said whilst taking a bite of his own, happy to have seen his offer of ice cream be taken up. 

"Good, 'cause I'm beat." Leon didn't hesitate much to carefully rest his sleepy head on the side of the other's shoulder, not exactly being able to reach the top due to their slight height difference. He obviously chose to take the Chris's words more literally than figuratively—but hey, the man was exhausted, so what's the harm in it? 

The two decided to stay there, taking in the scenery; sounds of speedy cars rushing by, or the sounds of distant voices and footsteps. It was honestly quite relaxing, and with how tired Leon already was, he was struggling to even keep his eyes open as he took a long awaited rest—which no doubt wouldn't be happening if Chris wasn't here. They made each other feel safe enough to put their guards down for once. It was sort of like having a big fuzzy blanket you could hide yourself under, and you felt as if nobody could touch you. 

"Hey, Chris?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You really don't have to get me a new bike." 

"I want to." 

Leon sighed in defeat, eyes still closed, knowing there was no way he'd win this argument. 

"Maybe Claire was right when she said I use it as an excuse to buy you things, but it's also an excuse to get to see you. Without having to fight bioterrorist's in the same day."  It was true, he was always looking for little ways to try and see or talk to the agent away from anything work related, and it'd become painfully obvious to everyone around that he was trying so hard to spend time with him, well—to everyone but Leon. 

“All you have to do is ask, y’know? It’s no trouble if you ever wanna call me up and hang around, or something. No need to spend your entire life savings on me, Redfield.” He mentally cursed at his own words after some thought over them, wondering if ‘hanging around’ was the right thing to suggest, should he have recommended going out to dinner? Or perhaps another group activity? He was unsure, and the room was a bit hard to read…so, all he could really do was hope for the best. 

“I might just take you up on that, then.” Well, Chris definitely seemed up for it, so…at least he was doing something right. 

—----- 

"That's a keeper." Claire said with a smile of her own as she snapped a good photo of the two men from round the street corner, knowing it was a rare sight they were ever that close in a public setting—and she couldn't wait to see the look on her brother's face once she showed it to him later. 

"How have neither of them asked each other out?" Rebecca asked with absolute disbelief, shaking her head as she finished off her scoop of ice cream.

"Honestly, I thought Leon would be making moves left and right on him, but I realized he talks a bigger game than he's actually got. And that's just based off a few days knowing him." Jill summed it up fairly well as she watched the two, arms crossed with a small smile before she moved her gaze to the other women beside her. "You Redfields are awful at flirting too." 

"She's got a point, I've been around those two long enough to get the feeling that Chris…isn't necessarily great at flirting…" Rebecca chimed in with reluctance. 

"Hey, we're not awful flirters! I can do it just as well as anyone else, and maybe Chris…struggles, but he gets there." Claire defended the both of them with confidence in her voice, one she'd soon come to regret as she attempted trying to come up with a flirt, or pickup line, yet—she found herself stuck with infuriated embarrassment by the end of it. 

"Alright, stop— look, this is how you do it." Jill set her empty cup of melted ice cream down onto the ground, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped a few feet away, then turned around and walked up to the younger Redfield again, who was still speechless. "Hey, wanna go out some time, beautiful?" 

In all honesty, it wasn't that great of a line, and really shouldn't work on anyone. Yet the way Jill said those words—the way she walked with absolute confidence, and her voice was as smooth as ever—it lit something inside Claire that she suddenly couldn't explain, and all she could say was…

"Uh, sure–?" She uttered out with a mix of confusion, surprise, and…an interesting dose of excitement. 

"Great." Jill accepted it, and was content with her work for the day enough to begin walking back—with a flabbergasted Claire and semi entertained Rebecca following—towards the two men who were practically in their own little world—which would soon come to a speedy crash. "Is he asleep…?" She asked in a low voice. 

The sound of Jill's harsh, sudden questioning was enough to jolt Leon awake from his relaxed and peaceful state, swiftly leaving his claimed spot on Chris's shoulder and very quickly deciding to pretend as if that was the last thing he was doing. And totally was not taking an extremely enjoyable nap on his quote on quote ‘friend's’ arm. Yet now he just looked plain freaked out instead of cool and collected. "Where the hell did you all come from–?"

"We were hanging around the corner, just to let you two have some quality time to yourselves.” Rebecca answered with her usual soft tone,  though it was as clear as day she was in on whatever the three of them were conspiring over there. “Well, until Jill had something to say to you, I believe."

Chris audibly sighed, a bit bitter by the fact his moment was abruptly interrupted, but tried in his best efforts to keep calm about it, just for the 50\50 chance that whatever she had to say was important in some way, shape or form.

“What is it?”

“I asked your sister out, and she said sure.” Blunt as ever.

“You what?”

The silence had gotten so thick, you could cut it with a knife. And that soon faded into mindless staring—just waiting for someone to awkwardly cough, or say any sentence at all. Nobody was entirely sure if this was all a planned joke or quite literal. 

“Jill what do you mean? Don’t walk away!” He threw his hands up in utter confusion as he chased after her down the sidewalk, itching to get a straighter answer and much needed context he clearly missed, whilst Rebecca kept on telling them not to banter so close to the busy road. Far too many times.

Leon didn’t give many words to the whole ordeal, and instead chose to simply watch in saddened disappointment as Chris left his side; he had a blatant frown as he put his hands back in his pockets, returning to the same state he’d been in all morning within the blink of an eye. Although he did have one question that took him a bit aback, out of everything that went down. 

“I didn’t know you…well, you know, were into women–?” He tilted his head towards Claire with uncertainty to his own question, even if they’d been close friends for years now—new information still seemed to pop up out of the blue. 

“I didn’t know you were into my brother.” She didn’t even have to look back at him to get her point across, and held back a large smile while doing so. She’d noticed his sudden spring of dismay the moment Chris walked off right away, of course, and couldn’t help but comment on it if no one else would. 

The blond didn’t deny her accusation by any means, and simply took a stand by her side, a chuckle escaping his lips as they watched the other three repartee all across the street, a true sight for sore eyes getting to see them have a bit of fun. 

“I don’t think he knows either.”

[somnicordia]

4 5

by TheHangedMan

IV. The Foundations of Decay

[[ chreon, rated m, 4/?, 7.8k ]]

"I got shot." There was an air of unreality to the statement. It had always been the possibility he'd prepared himself for as a police officer, but never had he imagined it happening like this.

As it turned out, Chris was shit at being quiet.

It felt like karma. Leon actually had the choice of hiding from Mr. X now, but it was impossible. Chris’s footsteps were confident, heavy, loud. He was slow to hide and fast to pull his gun on the undead. Leon had to practically beg him to use his knife instead of the shotgun before Chris began to think before aiming. He had so little fear —walking with a straight back, chin held up high— just like Claire.

But he had far less discretion. He moved like a man used to being at the top of the food chain. Which was true; he was powerful. Deadly. When comparing him to ninety nine percent of the undead Leon had seen, Chris would come out on top every time.

But that was not the number Leon was worried about.

It took convincing, but Chris eventually began to follow Leon’s lead, letting the smaller man scout out a few steps ahead before he followed. Loud footsteps, imagined or not, were always dancing at the edge of Leon’s hearing, trailing them like a wolf on the hunt. Sometimes it was easier to stop, hide, and wait them out rather than risk Chris alerting him.

Still, even with the added liability, Leon could not express the relief that came with having someone with him again. This was what it must have felt like to be a cop— to have a partner. Claire had been sharp, a good shot, reliable. But she moved like a civilian, not his superior officer. Chris acted the part perfectly.

Everything about Chris was perfect.

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[sparkie96]

New Fic: “Son of a Devil”

“…you said a bad word.” The little boy suddenly said in a little voice, drawing Nero’s attention, “The f-word.”

Nero looked at the little boy with a softened look, giving a little smile followed by a chuckle, “I did. Very good. The F-word is a bad word and you should never say it. I’m sorry. Do you need help? Is that why you snuck in here?”

The little boy visibly hesitated but then gave a little nod, “Mama told me to run. Find help. Said Papa’s bad friends were coming to hurt us.”

Nero saw Nico look at him with a curious look through the rear view mirror, Nero looking back to the boy, “Do you know why?”

“Papa owed them money.” The little boy admitted, “Mama said he stole it.”

Nero looked at Nico once more, “Still think we should call the cops?” He asked.

Nico admitted that she had already, but maybe he had a point about not leaving the kid behind, “Then, I’m going to grab some stuff. And then we’ll head home. I’ll call Kyrie and warn her ahead of time.”

“Good. But if any cops show up asking questions, you’re talking to them.” Nico said, “Now buckle up.”

Nero gave a little nod before turning back to the little boy in front of him, “I’m Nero. What’s your name, kiddo?”

The little boy canted his head at him, “Leon,” He replied shyly, “Leon Kennedy.”

The drive to Redgrave had been a quiet one for once, Leon staying awake the whole time despite it being past the boy’s bedtime. He stayed in his spot on the couch, allowing Nero to buckle him in for his safety. There was a little duffle bag and a stuffed raccoon sitting on the seat between them, the bag holding all of Leon’s clothes, or as much as Nero could grab. He put the family photo on top, but Leon flipped it over, not wanting to see the picture.

Which was understandable considering what had just happened over an hour ago.

Nero kept an eye on him, and so did Nico, whom Nero caught looking through the rear view, but he knew better than to say anything. Leon was nodding off to sleep, though every time his head sank, he would jolt up and blink with a little noise of annoyance, not letting go of the raccoon while he did so.

“If you’re tired, you can rest, bud.” Nero said, “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. Promise.”

“Not tired…” Leon insisted before a yawn left him, Nero shaking his head with a smile, “…Dun…wanna…”

“If you want to nap, that’s okay. Go ahead.” Nero insisted, “I’ll wake you up when we get there, okay? You’re safe, Leon.”

(Reverse AU: How Nero Found Leon

Prompt: Age Reversal AU where Nero and Nico are out hunting demons one night and find something else instead. Or rather, someone else…

Meanwhile, five year-old Leon just barely made it out of a terrible and terrifying situation that led to him becoming an orphan. Luckily, he finds safety in a strange van parked on his block.

Rated for Language, Canon Typical Violence and ABO Things.

Sidenote: There will be NO Vergilleon in this for obvious reasons.)

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[citrine-elephant]

chreon, but leon is a stubborn ass bitch

leon breaks a few bones in his foot. he can still walk, thank god, but he is hobbling around like a determined angry granny.

leon wont let chris help. he doesnt want to be a weight to lean on, nor to be carried. chris tries to convince him. tells him off a bit.

eventually chris swoops the mfer off his feet while he's busy trying to snipe a zombie

[silvercap]

Here we go...

Summary:

Strange waters, monsters from the deep, and an age-old magic better left alone. Mind your sails. -~- A single, glowing green eye fixes him with a glare, diamond-shaped pupil blinking sideways as another gust of wind buffets Leon's hair through the gap in the hull. It is the depths of the ocean itself brought to life, a gleaming gaze filled with the tempests and unforgiving waves of a storm; ancient and far too powerful for any mere human to defeat.

Tags: Rating May Change, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pirates, Sirens, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Sea Monsters, Drowning, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Action & Romance, PIRATE AU GUYS IT'S HAPPENING!!, Magic, Sailing, tags to be added!

Chapters: 1/?

Past Chreon, eventual Nivannedy, eventual Nivannedyfield

[aussiepineapple1st]

Omg!!!!! What if you do a chreon story where Leon is home along waiting for Chris to get home when an intruder breaks in and attempts to rape leon but in the process they break shit and glass is everywhere but eventually pulls a gun on leon telling him to get on his hands and knees??? But just as Leon is about to get raped Chris comes in!!! And the intruder points a gun at Chris and threatens him but Leon sees a piece of glass on the floor and stabs the guys leg then Chris just absolutely goes fucking physco beating the crap out of the guy while Leon is screaming at him, trying to pry Chris off the guy "Stop Chris that's enough! Your going to kill him!" And Chris says "He fucking deserves it after what he tried to do to you!" Then Leon says "but he's not worth it! Please Chris I can't handle you going to jail!" Then Leon just whimpers out and Chris stops at the sound to turn around and hug and kiss Leon, making him feel better before calling the cops??? 😭

I don't have to do anything. You basically wrote the whole thing for me🤣 This is also not really my type of thing so I'll do my best.

Overpowered

Chreon / Leon x Chris

Words: 1,517 Contains: Rape(no penetration), Blood, Angst, NSFW, Comfort, Whump.

Leon was finding it hard to sleep at night. The "interview" he had with the government and the wound on his left shoulder, as well as all the other cuts and bruises didn't help the situation.

It was starting to get late so he had decided to try and get some sleep before Chris came home around midnight. He had returned from his "Holiday" in Europe only 2 days ago, having to stay late at his new headquarters as they figured everything out to move the STARS Units to a new area.

Starting to drift off to sleep, finally. He had heard a noise, pulling him from his sleep once more. After what happened Last week in Raccoon City, he had been on high alert with every small sound. He hears footsteps walking through the house, opening his eyes he looks at the clock. Chris would normally arrive home between 11:55pm and 12:10am, the time currently was 11:49pm. Was Chris early?

Leon sits up with a wince, his right hand reaching to his left shoulder as it ached. The fresh bandages he had dressed himself after his shower soft under his touch. He listens to the footsteps, they were quiet, doors opening gently as if searching for something. This wasn't Chris, and if it was, he would be able to defend against Leon easily.

Sliding out of bed, Leon makes his way to stand beside the door. Making sure he was beside the hinges so when the door opened he would be hidden. He wasn't very strong at the moment, tired, injured, weak. So he had to find something to use as a weapon.

The door opened beside him, slowly and unsure. Leon kept his gaze on the door as it opened, his hand reaching for anything it could beside him. Trying to be silent, all his hand could find against the wooden dresser that sandwiched him between the door was an umbrella. The figure emerged from behind the door, that definitely wasn't Chris. This man wasn't as big as Chris was, but he was definitely bigger than what Leon was.

Waiting for the best opportunity he silently raised the umbrella and brings it down onto the intruder. It connects with his back and head, only stunning him as he steps forwards. Turning to Leon a scowl on his face that turns to a smirk as he saw the shirtless, bandaged young adult in front of him still holding the umbrella.

"Was that it?" The man teased.

Shit... Leon was weaker than he had thought he was, this wasn't good at all. He goes to attack the man once again, but the umbrella was grabbed. Eyes widening Leon didn't have enough time to react as the man's heavy boot connects to Leon's stomach. Sending him into the long mirror hung on the wall. "AH!!" Leon lets out a shout of pain as the mirror shattered.

"Who does the bad luck go to?" He said trying to peel himself off the ground. A boot meets his gut once again sending him into the wall, knocking the mirror onto him. Shards scatter everywhere as Leon throws the mirror at the man, trying desperately to get away. A boot was placed in the centre of his back, pushing him from his hands and knees onto the ground.

"You." The man replied to Leon's rhetorical question he had asked himself out loud. Leon hears the all too familiar sound of a handgun being cocked and the cold metal barrel being placed to the base of his skull. "On your knees." The man demanded.

Leon had to listen or he was going to be shot, so he got to his hands and knees, lifting his hands from the ground with his hands out in surrender. "Uh uh.. Hands on the ground.." Leon frowns, but obeys. He then hears the sound of a belt buckle. What? Oh no.. Was he..?

Kneeling down the man pushed his hips against Leon butt, he leans over, dragging the gun from the back of Leon's head to press hard under his chin. "You know... I never expected such a cute young man to be in this house." He grabs Leon's hair tight and rips his head back. Leon grunts out through gritted teeth. "Lucky me."

Leon could feel his face flush of all colour, beads of sweat began running down his forrid and temples as his hair was released. The man's hand running roughly down his back, snaking around to his chest, pressing against the wound on his shoulder causing Leon to growl out in pain.

"Such a pretty noise."

"You're fucking sick!" Leon spits out, a hand reaching to grab at the hand on his chest. Trying to pull it away he stops when the gun pressed harder into the soft flesh under his jaw.

"No you don't.." The man chuckled with demand. He pushed Leon to the ground by thrusting his hips hard into Leon's arse. Leon falls to his chest with a thump and chink of mirror shards under his cheeks and chest. He lets out an "OOF!" before he's forcefully rolled to his back.

Gun held hard against his throat the man pulls out a knife and sticks it in the fabric of Leon's trackies. Cutting a decent sized hole in them he sheathed the knife and rips the hole larger, exposing Leon's right thigh, hips and groin.

"Hm.. And here I thought I was going to have to go through another layer." He comments on how Leon wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Shut the fuck u-ghk!" Leon's wind pipe was closed by the gun pressing hard into his throat.

"No talking or I blow that pretty li'l face off." He said reaching down and grabbing Leon's exposed penis.

Leon's body jolts at the unpleasant feeling of being grabbed, the man's rough hands pulling and fondling with his manhood. Tears prick at his eyes as he lets out a choked sob, his face scrunching up.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!" Shouts a familiar voice. Chris had seen the front door ajar and when he entered the house he had heard Leon's voice followed by and unfamiliar male.

Chris didn't have his gun on him, left in the car and hadn't gone back for it. He needed to get inside to Leon as soon as he saw someone had broken in. He steps closer to the man who pulls the gun away from Leon's throat and points it at Chris, sizing the man up now standing in the firing line of his gun. "Don't move or I shoot you then this one!"

Leon's hand feels around on the ground, grabbing a shard of the mirror he grips it tight as he rapidly drives it into the man's leg that straddled him. The man cries out and Chris takes this opportunity to kick the gun from the man's hand and tackle him to the ground. Leon rolling out of the way so he wasn't crushed under both men.

Chris had the man on his back, wailing on him with a fury of punches to the face. Leon stares in horror as he stands to his feet.

"Chris!! Chris STOP!" He pleads, a hand holding his own wounded shoulder. "You'll kill him!!"

Chris stops for a moment, fists still clenched tight, dripping with the fresh blood from the man's now broken nose and cut cheek bones. "He deserves it for doing this to you!!"

Chris punched the man another time. "Chris Ple-AH!!" Leon clutched at his shoulder, falling to his knees in pain.

This stopped Chris immediately, hearing Leon in pain he climbs off the man now hanging onto consciousness, kneeling in front of Leon. "What's wrong?" He was worried the man had done Leon harm.

Chris noted the fresh cuts all over his back from the mirror, the bullet wound seeping through the bandage on his back which means it would be doing the same on the front. "My... Everything hurts." Leon grunts out as he leans into Chris.

Leon grabs the shirt on Chris' chest as he held onto him tight. His body was trembling from pain, adrenaline, how weak his muscles were and scared of what had just happened. "I can't have you go to jail for manslaughter!" He sobbed into the other's chest.

Strong arms wrap around Leon's body, being careful not to cause any more pain than what his body was already feeling. Chris looks to the blanket on the bed and pulls it off, wrapping it around Leon gently. Picking him up in his arms Chris sits him on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, I just... I lost myself." Chris says pulling out his phone from the pocket on his right hip and calls 911. "The police can deal with him."

Leon looks to the bloodied man on the ground then pulls the blanket around him closer, laying down on the bed. Chris sits beside him, a hand rubbing circles on his thigh to try comforting Leon.

"Yes, I'd like to report an intruder in my house."

🏷️: @phoenix666stuff @maehemthemisfit @greywardensaywhat @growingupnrealizing @starcrossedreaders

[otteli2000]

Okay so my Resident Evil Chreon! AU

Here's some world building:

-Chris and Leon met at some point through Claire and it was love at first sight. They ended up in the bathroom of bar they were in and they haven't let go of each other since. They moved with each other within a matter of weeks and got married soon because life is too short to not be with the one you love

-Jill was never controlled by Weskher. She and Carlos got married after Racoon City and later had twin girls (Because Carlos is such a girldad). Jill is still working with Chris at the BSAA while Carlos, after the death of his whole platoon, decided to retire. He's now a househusband and a stay-at-home dad and he LOVES it

-Claire and Rebecca also are together in this universe because I said so

Now, onto the actual story, during a mission, Leon gets hurt, bad, and almost dies. Of course, he survives but he messed up his leg and the doctors force him to retire which leads him to basically being a caged lion in his and Chris' apartment; pacing around with nothing to do because he already cleaned everything. Twice.

Chris, obviously, is pretty worried about his husband and talks about it with Jill who suggests for them to move into the house next to her and Carlos. It's already up to sale but it's pretty and cheap so it won't stay on sale for long so Chris buys it right away without talking to Leon who is pretty pissed once he tells him. They argue but when he finally, and reluctantly, agrees to visit their new house, he agrees it was too good of an opportunity to pass on.

Of course, right next door, Carlos is basically vibrating with excitement because he finally got someone to bother and he fully intends to show Leon that staying home isn't such a bad thing.

So as soon as Chris and Leon are settled in, Carlos starts dragging him to all kind of activities; taking the twins to the park, local football matches, community events like barbecues.

And at first, Leon complains everytime because that's just who he is but eventually, he's the one who takes the initiative to go over to Jill and Carlos' house to ask him what they're doing today (Carlos tackles him into a hug, laughing like a maniac).

So Leon takes on some hobbies like gardening which he doesn't suck at as much as he thought. He's even pretty good at it, enraging the local Karen when his garden wins a prize in the neighborhood contest.

Leon comes to realize that being a civilian again doesn't suck as much as he thought and that retirement might be the best thing that could have happened to him (Beside Chris of course)

Chris is super grateful because it finally feels like he's getting the old Leon back (He buys Carlos the most expensive bottle of whiskey on the market)

And then one day, as they're getting to bed, Chris can see something is bothering Leon so he asks him what's wrong.

"What do you think of having kids?"

And Chris absolutely did NOT see this coming. At all. Leon had never been much of a fan of kids before (Except for Jill and Carlos' daughters because they're just too cute to resist) so he's pretty surprised by his husband's question but he can't deny how warm and fuzzy the image of the two of them makes him feel inside.

They start looking into adoption the very next day and Carlos burst into tears a few months later when they ask him to be their son's godfather (He doesn't even deny it unlike Jill who pretends she didn't tear up when they asked her to be the godmother)

Claire complains to Chris that as his sister, shouldn't she have had dibs on being his kid's godmother? The next year, Chris and Leon adopt again, a girl this time, and they name Claire their daughter's godmother

So this is it. Sorry for clogging the tags with this fluff-fest, I just needed to get it out of my head ❤️

[sapphire-weapon]

I saw you mention a few HC's where you think Leon probably sucked dick in college etc. and you're supportive of Chreon (I think?)

Do you support it just because it's fun and hot or do you think Leon is bi?

This is kind of a disingenuous question, isn't it?

The only point of shipping anything ever is because you think it's fun and hot. Do you think I headcanon Remake Claire taking Remake Leon's virginity because I think it's implied or intended canon? No, I do it because it's fun and hot.

And Capcom will never portray Leon as being interested in anyone other than women, anyway, so does it really matter?

If the question is: "Do you like Chreon for the same shallow reason you like Metaltango?" the answer is no. I ship it because I genuinely enjoy the connection between them, and I find it really endearing that, in the latter half of the series, arguably the most important person in Leon's life -- the person who cares about him most -- is Chris, and Chris has absolutely no idea that that's the role he's filling.

I also enjoy Serennedy for reasons deeper than Metaltango.

If the question is: "Do you honestly think that the text states that Leon is bi?" the answer is no for the reason stated above. Anyone acting in good faith will never try to make the case that Capcom genuinely intends for Leon to be read as anything other than straight and cis.

There might be some classically romantic tropes that get utilized between Leon and another male character (as is the case in my Serennedy post), but the intention from Capcom has never been and will never be for the player to see Leon as being genuinely romantically or sexually interested in another man. That's just the nature of the beast, whether we like it or not.

If the question is: "Do you headcanon Leon as bi?" the answer is yes, but it's complicated.

I don't think OG Leon has actually sucked dick. I also don't think he's ever had a chance to self-reflect long enough to actively discover or explore that part of himself. I also don't think he cares.

I headcanon that he's been attracted to other men before and has definitely jerked off while thinking about them -- but then he just went and chalked it up to "well everyone has gay thoughts" and stopped thinking about it because he doesn't care and it doesn't matter. If you were to ask him, he'd say he was straight.

Like, he would definitely give it a chance if some guy he was attracted to offered it, but he doesn't realize that about himself actively -- so, in his mind, he's straight.

Remake Leon is a little different. Remake Leon seems to be a bit more self-aware than his OG counterpart, and he's the one who I think sucked dick in college.

But, like his OG counterpart, I don't think Remake Leon likes to think about it -- but I think it's for different reasons. While Remake Leon is more self-aware, he's also a lot more repressed. Like, I think Remake Leon sucked dick in college because he could justify it to himself with "well, college is for experimenting, right???"

But then he actually really enjoyed it, and that attraction to other men never went away, so now he just tries not to think about it -- because he does still have a stronger attraction for women, so... no need to worry about it, right???

If it ever comes up again and he has the chance to hook up with another man again, cool. If not, all the easier for him to keep it to himself as a sort of dirty little secret -- as twisted and fucked up as it is for him to view it that way LMAO

If you were to ask Remake Leon about his sexuality, he'd try to wave it away with a "Who cares?" or a "Does it matter?" And if you were to press Remake Leon about it, he'd eventually cave and give a wishy-washy admission to being bi along the lines of "I don't know. I don't really have a preference. I don't think it matters."

I think he'd be hesitant to actually label himself as bisexual or even use the word at all. Part of it is because RE2make Leon was clearly more sheltered than OG RE2 Leon, so there's probably some element of a religious upbringing there with all the associated shame attached. But I think another (probably bigger) part of it is that, if he were to label himself as bisexual, it would carry the connotation that he was a member of a community that he doesn't feel like he's a part of.

Leon is literally The Man. He's a part of a government and a system that actively oppresses the LGBTQ+ community -- so, how can he, in good faith, say that he's one of them?

He's basically picked sides in a way that's really fucking stupid when you consider that he's not a G-man by choice, and he probably wouldn't have remained a cop for very long if the whole outbreak thing didn't happen. His blinders would've been ripped off pretty fucking fast, and he would've dipped the fuck out after he realized that blowing the whistle on Brian Irons was never actually going to do anything and he was just wasting his time serving a corrupt police chief in a corrupt system that actually hurts more than it helps.

[thebrandywine]

10 + Chreon! 😍

So 10 is actually Rot by PUP which we already have a whole Chreon fic for SO how about 11: Brave faces, Everyone by Spanish Love Songs!

It's his first day and Leon is nervous. It's stupid, incredibly juvenile-- he's been in this field longer than some of these spry up-and-comers have been alive and he's nervous? The contract change had been abrupt enough, but going from an active field agent to an ornamental desk job had been a tough pill to swallow. Now, he's been permanently relocated to Toronto, he's shacking up with the love of his life (who's been hiding a ring in their shared sock drawer, the idiot), and he's putting on a suit for work after decades spent wearing whatever he wanted.

"I'll get the coffee started," Chris says from the bedroom. The bathroom door isn't all the way shut but it is pulled to, mostly because Leon's having some kind of weird embarrassment over this. He feels awkward in it after so long. God, the eventual wedding is going to be hell. "You alright in there?"

Chris's footsteps have paused outside the door, his knuckles tapping on it gently. "Yeah," he says. "Just... getting lost in my head."

"Well, get out of there," Chris says gently. "I'm make you a bagel, okay?"

Get out of your head. Hunnigan has told him that like breathing for almost as long as they've known each other, and hearing it in her voice actually cuts through the rising tension he hadn't been completely aware of. What's a desk job compared to wading though an apocalypse? At least this won't try to kill him. Well, there's always papercuts, and you can get tetanus if you jab yourself with a pushpin. Shit, when's the last time he got a tetanus shot?

He's still trying to figure out how to make this work, how not to be a weapon in his day to day life. Chris is semi-retired now, a figurehead, and he's having a hard time with it, too. They'll have to ford through it together and let the next generation carry the banner. It's not going to be easy, but it's necessary. It's responsible.

He's been doing this forever, though, and something new is always hard. Lucky him that he's spent the last twenty knees taking fists to the teeth and getting back up anyway. He straightens his tie firmly, hearing Chris creak his way down the stairs, and meets his eyes in the mirror. "You've got this, Kennedy."