RinaRinary
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My perception of the game, the characters, and how they gradually grow attached to each other, developing all that mutual longing and emotional turmoil. I don't know what else to write here, I'm just having fun.
The air in the lobby was thick with the stale smell of cheap coffee, paper dust, and that particular brand of soul-crushing office ennui. Leon stepped outside. A fine, misty rain was falling. He loaded the boxes onto the back seat of the Mustang, slid behind the wheel, and then just sat there for a moment, staring at the grey walls of the building. Hovering before his eyes were those green eyes behind glasses and that frightened face. "Grace Ashcroft," he repeated to himself. Just a name. Just a random encounter. He had a lot of work waiting for him. He started the engine and pulled out of the lot, carrying away with him not only boxes of files documenting death, but also a vague, inexplicable feeling that today, he had seen something important. Something that, maybe, was connected to this whole case. Or maybe it was just the fatigue playing tricks on him, making him look for connections where there were none.
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Living without Leon S. Kennedy by anikoroso
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
16 Jun 2026
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In tormented moments of anxiety, Leon often grew angry about life. He said he was too old for Grace, that he had no right to love her, that he was fifty and she was only twenty-two. He loved her, calling himself a selfish asshole, capable of ruining her life with this relationship.
He did ruin it. He died.Series
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24 May 2026
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You are the stars that makes me less afraid of the dark by H_Unknown
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
13 Jun 2026
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To some, darkness holds something peaceful, bringing an emotion of calmness. To me, the tar colored emptiness only brings death and fear. Dark tendrils hiding in the shadows, creeping into your lungs until you suffocate, spreading fear like needles on your skin. It’s been like this since I could remember. Since I was left, alone, in this world.
I thought I would be forever alone, I had accepted it… then I met him.
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Grace and Leon stumbling through the every day life, trying to find their balance.Bookmarked by RinaRinary
13 May 2026
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Grace was a porcelain vase, crafted from cracks, cuts, many chips, so strikingly bright. Her fears were always audible, understandable, tangible, bleeding emptiness among these broken lines on her wrists.
And Leon reached out to all of them without fear of getting cut. Because his touch is pure gold, capable of mending her wounds.
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08 May 2026
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Leon doesn't hover, he decides.
Post-ARK fallout, new biohazard threads, old injuries, and a domestic situation that followed him home whether he wanted it to or not.
First-person male POV. Case fic with BOW escalation. Government oversight. Routine maintenance of weapons, bodies, and things that don't stay buried.
Canon-typical violence, gore, body horror.
Slow burn. Questionable life choices. Yes, the relationship is controversial. No, he's not soft.
He's still breathing and that unfortunately means paperwork.Bookmarked by RinaRinary
07 May 2026
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It takes immense effort to look further up and his face is impossibly prettier than before. Grace worries her lip between her teeth. His eyelashes are long, the lines on his face are smoothed out. Leon flicks his gaze up when he feels her staring. His lips curve up slowly at the corners. His hair falls effortlessly across his forehead with little wily white hairs sprinkled throughout.
She thinks she knows what it feels like to be shot by Cupid's arrow. Straight through the heart, point blank, dead shot. Fatality.
or, they fall in love in a laundromat.
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03 May 2026