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My Left Hand, Your Right by izSpoopy for oxrpheus
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
01 Jul 2026
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"No."
It was the easiest choice Chris Redfield had ever made, and the most terrifying. He didn't care about the virus, he didn't care about the collapsing underwater facility, and he damn sure didn't care about the protocol. He just dragged Piers into the escape pod with him.
Surviving the C-Virus was only the first battle. In the quiet aftermath of an amputation, a forced retirement, and a hyper-sensitivity to the light, Piers Nivans has to learn how to exist in a world where he is no longer the perfect sniper. But Chris isn't going anywhere. Through grueling physical therapy, sleepless nights, and an agonisingly slow-burn domestic life, Chris is determined to prove that Piers is still whole.
If only Piers's heart didn't break every time he realised he was falling for a man he could never have. (Or so he thinks.)
Bookmarked by BabyBlue_118
06 Jul 2026
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Piers has to be punished for getting in a fight with another agent.
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- Part 2 of Fantasy
Bookmarked by BabyBlue_118
29 Jun 2026
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Natural Sweetness (Chreon) by stratusstrifeling
Fandom Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Resident Evil (Movies - Anderson)
21 Jun 2026
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A/B/O AU for Chreon—it starts around RE6 and currently finishes around RE9.
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- 7
- Bookmarks:
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Bookmarked by BabyBlue_118
28 Jun 2026
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Piers would do anything for his captain, including losing himself.
It’s not love, but it’s something.
(Or – Piers and Chris, before, during, and after China.)
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- Part 1 of Gravity
Bookmarked by BabyBlue_118
02 Jun 2026
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It started when he was younger, a passing thing he had done in the first foster home he could remember being in. He would close his eyes tightly, squeezing to the point he could make out sparks of color underneath his eyelids, and would take one last gasp for air before holding it just as tightly in his lungs. Then, he would wait.
The first time, he heard nothing but the sound of a porch swing creaking in the wind outside of his bedroom window. Cars passing by on the street outside. The gentle groans of a house eight times as old as him. No footsteps. Nobody coming running out of a divine sense that the little boy had stopped breathing. The world kept spinning and his lungs soon ached for the rapidly depleting oxygen. Nobody came.
The place changed, his lung capacity even changed, but the one universal constant was that nobody ever came through the door.
Maybe that's why Leon, drunk out of his mind on a motel floor, hadn't even heard the first knock.
Bookmarked by BabyBlue_118
11 May 2026