🐝

Before Chris can mistake his silence for surrender, Leon gathers what little composure he has left and turns away.

"I don't need anyone to hold my hand."

His voice is steady again.

Carefully so.

"I'm not a child you can save, Chris."

That makes something hot and ugly flare in Chris's chest.

Anger.

Fear.

Frustration.

He can't tell where one ends and the next begins.

His jaw locks.

His fingers twitch with the irrational urge to bury themselves in that rain-soaked blond hair.

Just so he can...

God.

Just so he can make Leon stop walking away.

"Don't you walk away from me!"

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The Bridge to Ashcombe is completed!

I'm on a break and this idea has been in my head since forever. Anyways, my new Chreon fic is up.

Thank you 🥹🧡

I'm just glad I managed to write both "In Sickness and in Health" and "Till Death Do Us Part" in a relatively short period.

I was so afraid the story would stay trapped in my head and would never see the light of day

My second Chreon fic is finally done!

“I have it under control, Captain.”

The way he says Chris’s rank is borderline mocking, and Chris sets the mug down, harder than intended, the sound sharp against the counter.

“You’re not going through this alone.”

“I’ve been through worse.”

"Chris..." she leans forward, trying to catch his gaze. She needs him to understand, to listen to her... just this once.

"You're not gonna disappear on your kid."

“You don’t get to decide that the worst thing that ever happened to us is going to happen again," Claire says and looks around the room, at the state it is, at the liquor and the two of them.