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In the early days of the Project, Carolina and Wash are the sole survivors of a mission to a planet under attack by Covenant forces. As it turns out, imminent death by plasma fire has a way of bringing people together as a team.
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14 Feb 2026
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the morning light is turning blue (the feeling is bizarre) by secretly_a_savior
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
23 Feb 2026
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“I know.” Leon breathed. “I know. There’s something wrong with me. You- I think you know what it is. You have to help me.”
Chris dropped the phone, the receiver catching on its coiled line and slamming into the wall. The sound made Leon flinch.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Chris let out. “You’re in shock.”
Leon heaved himself backwards with great effort, leaning backwards in the chair instead of forward. He revealed the only clean part of his body- his neck.--
In 1977, Chris Redfield was exposed to an experimental Umbrella pathogen that turned him into a creature of myth. In 1999, he's living in Raccoon City, a Police Lieutenant in the prestigious STARS program, and assigned to train a rookie with a penchant for the occult and a loud mouth.
(RPD/Vampire AU.)
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12 Feb 2026
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I've clawed my way out of here before (but i keep on coming back.) by secretly_a_savior
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
03 Feb 2026
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If anything, Chris’s cruelty at least affirmed one thing. Asking had absolutely been a mistake. It confirmed the pull he’d been feeling since he’d first let Chris lay hands on him. It wasn’t safe. Being alone was safer and easier. He didn’t have the framework for whatever it was Chris expected of him- there were far too many guardrails for the fleeting moments of intimacy to be worthwhile.
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five times Chris Redfield had nothing good to say about Leon Kennedy, and the one time he did.
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10 Feb 2026
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Leon Kennedy was dangerous for Chris. Everyone knew it. Chris could see the way Jill looked at him disapprovingly after catching him staring for a bit too long at the DSO agent. Claire’s warnings about how ‘you know I love Leon, but…’were burned into his brain. Not that he needed them to point out to him that his infatuation with the younger man was a bad idea. Leon was a shattered mess of trauma, distrust, booze, and sarcasm wrapped up in packaging so pretty it could talk you into enabling him with ease. Leon was an inferno. If Chris got too close, he knew he’d get burned. He’d remind himself that he didn’t want to get his heart broken, force himself to stop thinking about him, and move on with his day.
But then Leon would look at him with those blue eyes wet with unshed tears of frustration. He’d lean against Chris, too drunk to stand on his own. He’d come back from an assignment with his body broken and mind twisted in knots with a desperate need for someone to help him put the pieces back together.
Chris wanted to be that someone.
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10 Feb 2026
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Chris didn’t see Leon hit the wall, but he heard it. A sickening thud. Now, post-mission, Leon is rattling off every reason why he’s fine and not concussed. Chris isn’t buying it. And when Leon unintentionally hands him the perfect excuse to keep watch for the night, he takes it without hesitation.
Because is it really a myth that you need to wake someone up every hour after a concussion? Maybe. But the fear behind it was real enough. And Chris wasn’t about to take that chance.
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04 Feb 2026
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What was it Daniil had said? If he wracks his brain —
Hm, it seems my body is back to normal at last. Or as normal as an immunodeficient nicotine-addicted sodomite can be, anyway.
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19 Jan 2026
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Daniil and Artemy, in the Diurnal ending.
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19 Jan 2026
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The blooming twyre dizzies, but the point of touch is grounding.
His words, still, come clouded and vague, “This has happened before.”
“Not like this,” Artemy’s voice is rough and curt. Hopeful again. “You never stayed.”
He blinks. “I can’t stay. It’s not how this works.”
[Or; Daniil starts remembering.]
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19 Jan 2026
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Now that hope and misfortune have brought Daniil back to the Town, he will have to decide whether he can bear to ever leave again - or to stay.
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19 Jan 2026
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Back home, he hadn’t had to watch the streets for anything faster than the odd bull pulling a cart. And those had usually been polite enough to stop if they were going to run someone down. It seemed people in the capital weren’t that polite, and moved a lot faster.
“Oh, hell. He’s not dead, is he?”
There had been a shriek. That was all he knew – there had been a furious shriek like something getting caught in a factory machine, and he’d gone from walking under the smoggy dark to lying flat on his back, staring up at that murky shroud where the stars should have been while the shriek kept ringing in his ears.
“I don’t think so. Hey – look at me. Can you hear me?”
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19 Jan 2026
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The worst and best and most dangerous part was when insomnia started to feel like holy revelation. When his eyes unfocused and the tiny, malevolent lives under the microscope swam into new patterns, trying consciously, it almost seemed, he was almost certain, to show him something.
And he leaned closer, and it had to be dangerous to be so breathlessly receptive to anything the Sand Pest might tell him. To push himself that way, when nearly everyone he’d met in the town had told him that spelled a quick death in September.
He might have been starving, or aging, at triple speed at that moment. Withering away like a fairytale’s unlucky mark while the microbes whispered to him.
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16 Jan 2026
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We here at the Theater adhere to certain conventions of the medium. And we don’t care if you’re not wearing pants.
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16 Jan 2026
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Some rituals are meant to be witnessed.
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16 Jan 2026
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Pain is how you know you're alive. This is a truth of Artemiy Burakh's universe. It is his constant companion and he has to accept it as a consequence of everything he's done to survive.
Daniil Dankovsky says fuck that. Probably in Latin.
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16 Jan 2026
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Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away…
As much as Artemy wants to spend the night with his colleague, after the man makes an offer that they might take pleasure from each other if they're so inclined, when a butcher lays at last with his lover what will he see? A body to be caressed, or harvested? Haunted by visions of his place being to cut along the Lines, haunted by guilt over past choices, the Haruspex fears he won't be much of a close, intimate friend to Daniil Dankovsky after all...
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15 Jan 2026
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He should have realized sooner. He was a doctor – there was no excuse.
Yet, standing in front of the tarnished mirror that topped his dresser, excuses were all he could think of. He had returned to the capital a shell-shocked shadow of the man who had left, a skeletal parody sizes too small for his own clothes. Of course he had been sick and ravenous in turns. Of course he had been fatigued, of course he had been gaining back weight. And the hormonal injections that instructed his body meant menstruation was no reliable indicator of anything, a near non-presence in his life for years.
He’d had no reason to suspect, except for that one reckless night with Artemy Burakh, back when the future had felt like a bad cheque to write.
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15 Jan 2026
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Daniil's body overflows with the echo of blood, the tang of bile, the creaking of bone. He's a fragile man, in poor health, pushing an overworked body further on energy it does not have.
Artemy settles the brush against his heart, a properly moving thing. Slowly traces the line that encircles it.
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Daniil requests to see the Lines. Artemy demonstrates on Daniil's skin.Bookmarked by ChasingtheWords
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15 Jan 2026
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The Haruspex and the Bachelor recount the ending of this morbid little play to one another. It's absurd. It's meaningless. It's an existential nightmare. And it's very silly.
Or: The Bachelor loses his marbles. Haruspex helps him pick them up, one by one.
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15 Jan 2026
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He inhales sharply at his own name, as though it hurts to hear it. In the pale morning light, his skin is almost greyish, paper-thin. If Artemy reached out, he could trace the sunken shape of his cheek, the small scar of a cut across it.
“Yes, you came here,” Dankovsky says at length, scarcely over a whisper. “You’ve seen—the state of me. Veni, vidi, vici—again, there’s really nothing to say.”
There’s a pause. Artemy draws in a breath. “I won’t say it, then.”
Or; Artemy goes to the Capital.
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15 Jan 2026