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So glad that I met you

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Ever feel like you blinked and the years just disappeared. Now you’ve got nothing to show for it.

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Breakdown with me

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They’re making out in my mind

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I got that Operation Javier dog in me

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*romantically bandages your arm* so about that Vendetta after credits scene

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I don’t have a good explanation for any of these.

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My journey to learning how to draw Krauser

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Chris’ tits appreciation post

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My goal is to post chapter 17 of |45| by next Sunday and potentially get back on track with the posting schedule by then. Being out of town, transferring my license, applying for jobs and the upcoming move have thrown things off timing wise, but we should be back on track in mid November.

#it’s grey o’clock #45

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by TheHangedMan

X. Rain

XI. Take Me Back to Eden

[[ chreon, rated m, 11/25 ]]

Right as he was about to pass Chris, however, a firm hand grabbed onto his bicep. Leon faltered. "Chris?" "Just," Chris' eyes were scrunched shut, almost like he was injured. When he opened them again, they glistened. "Just stay safe, alright?" Something ached deep within, a stinging throb he couldn't explain. As Leon opened his mouth to say something, anything, the train groaned and shuddered again, physically jolting them apart. "Don't worry," Leon rasped. "I'll be back before you know it."

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Congrats on the top surgery Leon

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This is Death Island to me.

Then there’s Claire off screen having a bi crisis.

I know it happened, I was there.

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From my post DI fic, but like, I like the idea of Leon taking care of himself even if he continues to be a little shit about it

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"I'm going to regret this."

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Re1/2 but things are happier and RPD wants to keep their rookie safe even if he’s only issuing parking tickets

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by TheHangedMan

XVI. America Burning

[[ chreon, aeon, past! chrisker, metaltango, rated e, 16/45, 8k]]

There were a hundred different protests that rose up and died in the back of Claire’s throat. Chris had trained her— she’d proven herself to be more than ‘a kid barely out of highschool’! She balled up her fists and squared her shoulders, staring down Jill like it might have been an even fight. “Please… Claire.” Chris cut in, the rage having seeped out of his voice. “I’m not keeping you out of this to spite you.” “Then why are you?” Claire spun, feeling hot, angry tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. God, she hated that her gut instinct was to cry when things went wrong. This was not going to make her seem as strong as she needed them to think she was.

“You guys are leaving tomorrow?” Claire stood, taking another drink of her beer before placing down on a coaster.

“Yeah. We’re following a trail of weapons dealers that might be in possession of the T-Veronica virus from Rockfort. If we can find them, their trail might lead back to—“ Suddenly, Chris halted in his tracks, eyes open and fixed on the ceiling.

Wesker.

Claire hadn’t been there for their fight, but she had seen the facility collapse in on itself. When Chris had told her he knew without a doubt that Wesker had survived— that he’d become something less than human— it had been hard to believe, but she’d had no other choice. Her brother wouldn’t lie about something like that.

Besides, he was haunted by it.

Claire could see it eating at him. It wasn’t quite an obsession, but it was nearing it. The new workout routine and the bulking were a product of it. He’d probably put on ten pounds of pure muscle since Antarctica and there was no sign of stopping there. Since he quit smoking, he smelled more like protein powder than cigarette smoke.

“It’s fine. Confidential information and all that. I get it.” Claire opened the fridge door as she verbally closed another. The small, but colorful, cake was in her hand, withdrawn from the nearly empty fridge. All these little things were connected. Wesker’s name wasn’t the only one that was becoming difficult for her brother to speak.

“Yeah, sorry.” Even from where she stood in the kitchen, she could see Chris fidgeting.

Her eyes focused on him and slowly it became clear that he was looking for something. Broad hands patted at the fabric of his pants, checking the back and then the sides. Abruptly, his hand sank into the right hand side pocket, fingers curling around his target. Then the hand withdrew and opened, fingers blooming out like flower petals.

There, cradled gingerly in his cupped hand, held as if it were fragile as glass, was a single small, brass bullet. Already smashed, like it had been fired once before.

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