re chreon fan base I summon thee from the depths of your grave
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ok I'll looking for fic recs of a specific vibe:
I'm hoping for something that focuses on their (specifically Leons but both is good too) healing journey. can be early on, midway, or like in retirement.
but something that shows healing as a progress and love throughout that doesn't fix it immediately and completely but progress and things getting better. maybe there are some bad days, maybe some good day. I just want that vibe
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Tried to make Leon and Chris with this Picrew (I couldn't find the original post I clicked in because Tumblr did a refresh)
So, here: Picrew
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STARS Chris and agent Kennedy go together on a mission. Leon get worried about Chris. Fun fact: Chris has always been taller than Leon. #residentevil #revendetta #leonskennedy #leonkennedy #chrisredfield #stars #rpdstars #chrisxleon #chreon #residenteviledit https://www.instagram.com/p/CEXk5m7j7Op/?igshid=12xd57c5qycqn
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I made a call out post for myself, and all shippers cause we all be fucking clowns!!!
(Edit: Don’t be afraid to reblog...because we all clowns on this hellsite)
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Claire: STOP DATING MY BEST FRIEND!! HES NEVER AVAILABLE ANYMORE!
Chris: You know what, I’m gonna date Leon even harder now!
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Chapter 12 of “Allure: Decisions, Existential Crisis, Decisions…”
“Come on, my boy,” Simmons said, Leon looking back toward him as the man canted his head toward the direction of the house, “Let’s go clean up.”
“What?” Leon asked, pausing behind the man, “I already did that in the bathroom…”
“Together.” Was Simmons simple response, continuing toward the mansion, but he did stop to glance back at Leon, “We have some…things, we have to discuss.”
A frigid chill ran down Leon’s spine as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. What things? He eventually caught up, his heart beating in his chest with every step he took as he did, his mind racing a million miles a minute. Maybe it was to ask Leon again about the proposal? Perhaps he wanted to know why Leon had been so anxious? He honestly didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Once inside, Leon followed Simmons to “their” room, even though Leon had his own room, the man telling one of the servants to get the bath started as he handed another his coat. He then turned to Leon, fingers going to Leon’s dress coat, making Leon take a step back.
“What did we talk about downstairs, boy?” Simmons asked in a calm yet stern tone, “You want to stay upstairs? You follow the rules.”
Oh, yeah…the rules. “Do as I say, whenever I say, and whatever I say…all without question. Do all that and you don’t go back down into the Lab of Horrors and spend the night in a cell next to all your failed clones”. The ones that made odd choking and growling noises that sounded almost like…
…there was a flash of lightning, a roll of thunder, and the sound of rain pelting the pavement and dead flesh, those gnarled hands reaching through the fences of the RPD…
Leon shuddered, shaking his head before allowing Simmons to unbutton his dress jacket, hands not moving from his side unless Simmons ordered him to move them. Once the coat came off, next came his waistcoat, Leon standing there and letting the man undress him as he let his mind wander. Wandering far from this man and back to another.
“You’ve become awfully close to Mr. Valentine.” Simmons suddenly said out of the blue, Leon turning his full attention to him, “The way he practically scooped you up and carted you off to the bathroom…”
“He was helping to calm my nerves and clean me up.” Leon said without thinking.
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