HIATUS, I DO NOT KNOW WHEN I WILL COME BACK, MY LIFE IS STILL A MESS
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𖹭 | Undercover in a bunny suit.
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In almost three decades of doing this, Leon never saw this one coming.
The operation had sounded si
𖹭 | Don’t go insane.
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The village felt endless—crooked houses half-swallowed by frost, clawed doors, the distant echoes of lycans reminding him t
𖹭 | In the backseat of his Porsche.
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Night had settled over the empty stretch of road, the only light coming from the distant glow of a lone indu
𖹭 | Ragebait.
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You’ve officially become Billy’s favorite pastime.
From day one, he’d tested the waters—casual jabs, outrageous opini
𖹭 | The trauma is catching up.
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The envelope containing his diagnosis had been sitting untouched on his desk for four days, now.
Pos
𖹭 | Figuring out this whole dating thing.
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Leon had dated before, technically. Well—dated might be a generous word. A few short-lived high school
𖹭 | Don't need your coddling.
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The thing about you is that you don’t know when to fuck off.
Billy had tried—god knows he had. Ignori
𖹭 | Unfortunately, you're worse than him.
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Billy never trusted you.
Not when you first reached out, offering help while the Boys wer
𖹭 | Retired agent turned professor.
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Leon had given thirty years of his life to the government. He had outlasted partners, presidents, and the in
𖹭 | Wrench's replacement.
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San Francisco hadn’t waited for Wrench. He knew that. Cities didn’t pause just because someone left. Still, on the fli
𖹭 | When did he get hot?
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The conference center hums with low conversation and controlled chaos, every movement monitored because the President o
𖹭 | Lab-raised.
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It was just another routine operation. Clear an underground laboratory, neutralize anything hostile, retrieve information on wha
𖹭 | Not here for the coffee.
[Ko-fi commission]
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The glass door of 10 Donuts creaks open loudly.
Wrench had been coming h
𖹭 | Fear of intimacy.
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Wrench and you had started casual. Loud laughs, late nights, adrenaline and sparks flying off his half-finished gadgets. H
𖹭 | Touch starved.
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Leon hadn’t called it a break, but for the first time in a long while, USSTRATCOM wasn’t yanking him across time zones every
𖹭 | Weekly delivery.
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Placide trims the last slab of meat with quick, efficient strokes, the blade whispering against the scarred cutting board.
𖹭 | Somebody to protect.
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All roads lead to Chicago, after all.
After London, after the collapse of yet another system that was neve
𖹭 | Antibodies.
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The strain that escaped Umbrella’s laboratories was never meant to fail. It had been engineered with ruthless precision: a next-
𖹭 | Stolen teenage years.
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Carlos wasn’t supposed to survive Raccoon City. None of his squadmates were. Umbrella had written the U.B.C.S. off the
𖹭 | Promises.
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You and Carlos had been working for the U.B.C.S for long enough to know how operations usually went: vague briefings, generous haz
𖹭 | Full-time fixer.
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Wrench had been a lot of things over the years—hacker, chaos gremlin, DedSec icon—but that version of him had been quietly
𖹭 | Mask malfunctions.
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Wrench's mask had been glitching for weeks by now.
It started small—a flicker here, a lag there—until Sitara
𖹭 | How to be a good fixer.
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You had taken what was supposed to be a simple gig. A lookout job in a dead train yard, a physical data drive handed
𖹭 | Hostage.
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The first thing Aiden notices when you wake up is your breathing. Sharp, panicked, too fast.
The room is dim, lit by a
𖹭 | Anything to distract yourself.
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Johnny had been joyriding in your skull long enough to recognize patterns. You didn’t notice them at first—or
𖹭 | Temporarily blind.
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Accidents definitely happen.
Prism had lined up the shot perfectly—villain dead center, clean shot, controll
𖹭 | Thieving, stealing, taking what's not yours.
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V never actually planned to tell you.
Not about the dead rockerboy riding shotgun
𖹭 | Good boy.
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Christmas Eve at Hank's house was, statistically speaking, not designed for peace.
Hank was in the kitchen, grumbling
𖹭 | It's getting worse.
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The desert doesn’t care that you’re dying.
The night stretched wide and empty, stars smeared across the sky
𖹭 | Awkward reunion... in a dollhouse.
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V had done a lot of things on bad days. Picked fights he didn’t need. Took gigs that paid too little for
𖹭 | Nothing but a proxy.
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Arasaka did not choose you for warmth, or beauty, or the ease with which people trusted you. They chose you because you
𖹭 | Chronic pain.
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Marlene had pointed it out long before you ever noticed it yourself. “Daddy's arm hurts again... he holds it funny.” Back then
𖹭 | Another life.
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You’d only dropped by Kerry’s place after wrapping a nearby gig—just a quick visit, a check-in you knew he might've appreciate