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thinking about leon being returned to chris after being missing for weeks
just tossed on the doorstep. physically broken. mentally... well... he's breathing. but he's unresponsive.
bare skin sparing nothing to imagination, littered with cuts and burns and bruises.
maybe his eyes dont react to light. maybe he's got concerning injuries and stitches on his head.
will he ever wake up...? will he even still be there if he does...?
anyways traumatized husband chris anyone?
I want a sneak peak of tragic chreon fic pretty please
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The Last Bullet
“What do you mean you lost him?”
Chris barked through his earpiece as panic began to ensue within his chest. They lost Leon. That never happened. Not with Leon S. Kennedy, their government lap dog who followed every beckoning order. How the fuck does a man like Leon Kennedy go missing anyway?
Static hissed back, then one of the Hound Wolf Squad members’ voice, tight and clipped towards his leader. “We had eyes on him. He cleared the stairwell, reported one hostile down, and then—”
*Thump*
Chris’ heart began to rapidly beat out of the sheer fear of losing his husband.
“Then his tracker went dark. There was no response. Not even a gunshot.”
Chris stopped walking. The corridor outside the briefing room felt too bright, too clean, like the world didn’t understand the shape of the words he’d just heard. He pressed the comm harder against his ear as if he could physically force the truth into something else. He couldn’t lose Leon, he was the only person besides Claire that he had left.
“Repeat that and this time, slower”, he ordered
“Leon Kennedy went missing. We have yet to track down his location but from the looks of it, there has been sights of blood trail leaving the DSO office.”
Chris glanced at the clock as if it was telling him the location of the missing agent,
“18:00 was his clock out time and blood trails were found at 18:09”
Chris choked as he heard the words of one of his Hound Wolf Squad members reveal what had happened. His heart pounding out of his chest was now sunk to the bottom, his throat burning with the tears begging to be released, and the blackening of his vision. It wasnt true, it could not be fucking true.
“Find Agent Kennedy now. Bring him back alive. “
chris finding leon hooked up to the mystetious medical device that he's barely conscious in.
mostly just mask over his face, iv in his wrist. tube in his throat.
strapped down, bare ass naked. poor thing wouldnt be able to keep his head up if it wasnt held up by a metal/plastic/stiff collar.
chris almost panicking because... holy shit, what did they do to him, is he alive, will leon recognize him, will leon wake up, etc etc.
no locks keeping him down, and while chris doesnt know whats being pumped into him, he yanks the iv out, pulls the mask off, etc etc.
fireman carries leon's (hopefully not) dead weight through the facility. mngh...
leon was just being kept unconscious/sedated because of how fucking combative he gets. iv's got mostly saline, but gets his drugs when the last dose wears off.
leon narrowly escaping a lobotomy, but just imagine what chris would think
seeing this bloodied man. nose and mouth drenched in red. bleeding from one swollen, blackened, bloodshot eye.
still strapped to a broken wooden armrest.
a slight limp as he snarls, grasping his head.
chris readies his gun, but leon freezes. before passing out, of course.
ough, thinking about tragic chreon where chris finds leon dead
or is entirely, thoroughly convinced that leon is dead
leon's just resting his eyes. or er, he's gone through enough hell that he's barely clinging on. but definitely has enough fight in him to scare the FUCK out of chris when he suddenly kicks and gasps for breath.
a bit different when the dead waking up is your boyfriend, reaction time's a bit shit.
(leon's fine... uninfected, at least. he needs hopital)
maybe... maybe leon's barely recognizable after nearly becoming ground meat.
maybe, he's found hanging by the neck, ensnared in a trap with the evidence of his failed struggle in the way he's caught up in it... and the way he's caught up actually relieves tension in the line around his throat.... enough to still get the faintest amount of oxygen to keep his brain alive while his body taps out.
leon failing the lobotomy check, but he passes out at the perfect time for chris to grab him.
chris, on the otherhand, now has to take care of an unconscious leon while also still fighting for both of their lives.
leon still has broken bone far too close to his brain that is irritating a vein or two in his sinuses. any further damage can take a drastic turn for his survival chances.
if leon didnt have a soft buff boulder puncher to land on, then...
but also you just need to envision chris helping leon walk while he stubbornly staves off blacking out... mostly. you need to imagine leon relying on chris and his hefty frame. Leon in chris' boobs
NEED a chreon situation like this
where leon, of course, is the poor victim of a bioweapon gator, and chris pulls leon's card and is ready to self-sacrifice for him.
definitely going to have chris carry leon bridal style, then a fireman's carry cuz damn that bitch is heavier than he looks. all muscle, baby.
maybe, chris got bit a lil on the arm so leon's dense asscheeks hurt to hold for too long.
bait...
leon being awoken to hands around his neck. a figure straddles him, weight too heavy to buck off.
completely silent. leon's oxygen is cut entirely as he both claws at the hands on his neck and as he tries to push at the face above him.
the way leon's held down makes this nearly soundless, aside from the springs in the bed creaking from the struggle.
his weapon is just out of reach... just out... of his mind. as he succumbs to the oxygen deprivation.
...
and chris isn't unused to the silence. leon's not one to make himself known, most... most of the time.
but even so... it's odd, walking back inside of the apartment with such a heavy weight of absense...
... and absense it stays, when chris finds the bed empty.
chris wouldn't be concerned, normally. but there's something... off?
"leon?"
the silence breaks, with a thud.
and another, from the closet.
who woulda guessed? not chris. leon tied up and gagged in their own closet? and it wasnt chris' idea?
bam, bait! ambush! anticlimatic ending cuz im tired. >:3
