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Six months. One hundred and eighty-four days since he’d walked away. He knew the number exactly, even though he’d convinced himself he didn’t care.
Chris looked the same—steady, unshakable, like a damn statue carved out of stone. Meanwhile, Leon felt like cracked glass, splintering more with each day.
Don’t look away.
But Chris turned first.
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Six months ago Leon walked out on Chris, thinking he was doing him a favor. Now they’re forced on a mission together, with emotions more dangerous than any B.O.W.
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"A DSO agent was killed in action. They want you to do whatever you can to retrieve his body."
"Whose body?" Chris asked with an edge to his voice.
Finally, Director Jones looked up to meet his eyes, delivering his worst fear come to life. "Agent Leon S. Kennedy's."
When Chris is sent to retrieve and carry the corpse of the man he had secretly been in love with, his soul shatters, and he doesn't know if it will be able to mend. But as strange things start to add up, he is forced to wonder...
Is everything as it seems?
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Your Lips are the Best Bad Idea by NovelNormandy
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
15 Jun 2026
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He freezes, staring across the table, his beer inches away from his lips. “What?”
Leon’s expression turns into something he doesn’t particularly like, and something in his stomach twists.
“Do you think I’m hot?”
What feels almost like some kind of malfunction whites out his brain for a moment, and his mouth is open for far too long before he can piece himself together enough to dredge up a reply. Leon watches him silently the entire time, but he doesn’t have the mental capacity to worry about that as he considers his response.
“I don’t…I don’t know. Leon, I’ve known you since we were kids.” He finds it more difficult to speak, heart rate picking up as he sets his beer down and runs a hand over his face, the cool condensation a minor relief against his heated skin.
“Answer the question."
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Leon has become a master of the slow fade, a ghost haunting his own life until there’s nothing left but the sharp scent of whiskey and the hollow echoes of a man who stopped caring months ago. He exists in the spaces between memories he'd rather forget, pulling the shadows around him like a second skin.
Chris is the only one who refuses to let him vanish. Armed with a stubborn, quiet persistence and a refusal to look away, he remains the sole anchor in Leon’s drifting world. It’s a heavy, wordless vigil, a tug-of-war between Leon’s desperate need to isolate and Chris’s terrifyingly steady presence. In the suffocating stillness of what remains, they are forced to navigate the blurred lines of a bond that is as much a lifeline as it is a burden.
A study of the fine line between saving a man and breaking him further, navigating an intimacy neither was ever trained to handle.
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Leon was standing in his bedroom in nothing but underwear, the overhead light off and the warm glow of his desk lamp casting the room in amber. His closet was open. Three outfits were laid out on the bed - the usual crisis of a morning class he'd pre-planned for, jeans and a sweater and a flannel, all in varying shades of I didn't try that hard. But it was the underwear he was deliberating on.
He held up two pairs. Pale blue, lace-trimmed. Soft pink, cotton, with a tiny bow at the front.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Unknown: the blue ones baby. makes your cunt look sweet. wear those for me
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Or in which Leon thinks having a stalker isn't so bad.