#attckdog

The call Chris received was the call he dreaded getting every day.

Sherry, in a panicked voice, said she needed his help. He'd agreed without hesitation, already sending out a message to the Hound Wolf Squad that they should get their things ready to go. Chris hadn't even intended to join them until Sherry dropped the real bomb on him: "I haven't heard from Leon in a few hours."

The words almost didn't register, but his body was moving without needing to tell it to. Something burned in the back of his throat as he tried not to think about the worst possibilities, tried not to think about what might have happened to Leon inside of that facility to be unable to contact Sherry.

The worst part, though? Was that Chris had no idea what Leon was doing in Raccoon fucking City.

The Wolves gave him unsteady glances as he stepped off the helicopter and began barking orders, unable to relax his shoulders until he heard through the radio: "Alpha? They're safe. I've got them."

injury  themed  prompts

for whatever reason, rose's teachers liked to flock to chris. they batted their eyelashes at him and giggled whenever he spoke before insisting that they understood what he was saying to them and that rose would be treated just like any other kid. it was the rare occasion that he and leon got to stand outside chris' truck together, waiting for rose to finish whatever she was doing before they all went out to grab dinner.

it'd been a line of teachers approaching him with, "oh, mr. redfield! we should set up a time to talk about rosemary's progress in my class" and "i'm so glad that we have someone like you keeping us safe at night, mr. redfield" before he'd noted the way leon stood, the tenseness in his shoulders as he watched with a sour expression on his face. chris was as polite as he could manage, knowing just how difficult life was for rose at school. he certainly didn't want to make things any harder for her than they already were—but he could practically feel the annoyance rolling off of leon in waves.

when the last teacher had touched chris' arm casually before letting out a laugh, chris had noticed a distinct shift. "i don't think i've ever seen you this jealous before," he said as the woman walked away from them.

chris had told him how frustrating it was to deal with the teachers acting nice to his face only to turn around and treat rose like shit, but it was apparently different for leon to see for himself. he could only laugh at leon's response. "the way you keep flashing your ring says otherwise."

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a prompt that i've lost.

“  dinner?  ”  she  was  surprised  at  how  quick  her  phone  flashed  up  with  an  incoming  text  message  from  him.  has  the  president  grew  bored  of  him  that  fast?  she  re-reads  the  text  again,  biting  the  inside  of  her  cheek  as  she  weighed  up  the  options.  really,  leon,  you  could  have  waited  a  few  days  to  ask,  my  arm  is  in  a  sling.  she  feels  nothing  when  she  thinks  of  that  chip  he  took  earlier,  but  she  can't  stay  mad  at  him  forever.  after  all,  she  does  trusts  his  judgement  even  when  she  doesn't  agree  with  his  decision.

[  SMS:  LEON.   19:10  ]  tomorrow  works.  i'm  settling  down  for  the  night.  i'll  ping  you  a  restaurant  that  is  nearby.  it'd  take  me  forever  to  get  dressed  up  if  we  were  going  for  dinner  tonight.  see  you  then. [  SMS:  LEON.   19:11  ]  rookie.

RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS

[  TXT  ]  :  u  probably  hate  me  lol [  TXT  ]  :  ur  too  good  for  me  anyway

[  TXT:   L.  ]  i'm  trying  to  process  my  feelings  about  the  whole  situation.  otherwise  this  message  will  be  a  long  paragraph. [  TXT:  L. ]  i  don't  know  about  what  you  mean  about  being  too  good  for  you. [  UNSENT  L]     i  probably  am  too  good  for  you. [  TXT:  L.]  i'm  surprised  you're  allowed  to  message.  [ TXT: L ] are  you  bored  of  of  the  very  important  guy  you're  protecting?

fluffy  do  starters

though  chris  has  never  been  much  of  a  cook,  he  has  to  admit  there's  something  nice  about  the  smell  of  food  wafting  throughout  their  apartment.  it's  nothing  special—bacon  sizzling  on  the  stovetop  (because  chris  refuses  to  acknowledge  that  cooking  it  in  the  oven  is  more  effective,  swears  it  tastes  different)  with  some  scrambled  eggs.  there's  some  pillsbury  premade  cinnamon  rolls  in  the  oven  for  after,  too,  a  subtle  sweetness  barely  noticeable  through  the  thick  scent  of  bacon.

these  types  of  mornings  are  such  a  rarity.  it's  just  the  two  of  them,  their  work  phones  still  abandoned  next  to  their  bed  with  the  hope  that  for  once,  neither  one  of  them  rings.  chris  has  a  queen  album  playing  softly  in  the  background  because  of  course  he  does  (on  a  cd  player  that  he  still  owns,  not  quite  ready  to  move  on  to  the  modern  era).  he's  humming  along  while  he  absentmindedly  pokes  at  the  eggs  with  a  spatula  and  when  leon  asks  his  question,  chris  pauses  and  turns  to  his  husband.

he  waits  for  a  smirk  to  tell  him  that  leon  is  joking,  but  it  doesn't  come—just  a  sincere  look  in  leon's  blue  eyes  as  he  holds  a  hand  out.  and…  well,  fuck  it.  chris  grins  as  he  takes  leon's  hand.  "i  don't  think  we  even  danced  at  our  wedding."  he  pulls  leon  close,  wrapping  an  arm  around  his  lower  back  as  he  stares  at  him  with  an  unguarded  affection  he  rarely  lets  anyone  else  see.  chris  takes  a  step  to  the  side,  swaying  and  gently  tugging  leon  along  with  him  as  he  finally  starts  to  fully  sing  along:  "ooh  love,  ooh  lover  boy.  what're  you  doing  tonight?"