my sweet passion

When times of war, tragedy, and grueling work took people away from their families, Chrys would always appear to offer a solution - a golden ray of sun entering homes broken by distance and loss. Since the day he appeared, his smile and handiwork have enriched the lives of many families in the Five Boroughs, making juggling work, chores, and children just that bit easier on struggling households. But as the saying goes, nothing gold can stay, and the changing times have rendered Chrys’ service more and more obselete. Now, as he struggles to adapt, Chrys desperately attempts to hang on to the helpful identity he forged. More often than not, the work he takes no longer concerns the home, expanding to just about anyone looking for cheap help done quick.

"…so that was four hours on a greyhound I'm never getting back."

realizing i've never posted my silly tenna mpreg fic on tumblr before (and at this point i really don't care about having it on main lol) and figured since the epilogue is on the horizon why not share it here! check it out if you're interested in dad tenna, hurt/comfort, found family, metaphysical weirdness, and more!