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It’s 2008, and Robert Robertson III is trying to balance court-ordered community service, a disciplinarian father, and the suspicious honour of being Mechaman’s spawn. You know. Normal teen stuff. At a clean-up detail, he meets Sonar: a helmet-wearing hybrid with his own rap sheet and his own reasons for staying guarded. Unfortunately, they have way too much in common.
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What if Robert and Sonar had met each other when they were younger?
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10 Jun 2026
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Robert has gotten used to bribing Sonar; Twinkies, a cooked lunch, a chance to hack into his phone, a day off. Anything to get the unmotivated asshole to do his job. Just like everything else, it escalates out of his control.
They'd fallen into something almost familiar; bartering for what Sonar could get.It felt different, though, when what he wanted was Robert.
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wonder, wander, back to you by marionthemoon
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
02 May 2026
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“Oh, I’m so sick of you both,” Claire says, apropos of nothing.
Chris has to laugh, because if he doesn’t, he’ll explode. “Yeah,” he agrees, “I am too.”
It shouldn’t make any sense. It’s just him and Claire, sitting on his fire escape, her nose scrunched at him while he exhales smoke into her space. They had been silent up until she spoke, but he knows. “Can’t you just talk to him?” She pleads, pushing the hand holding his cigarette away from herself. She quit years ago. Chris still allows himself this one vice.
He thinks about it. He could. It isn’t like it’s never occurred to him. But he replies, “Nah. We’re not good together.”
Well. Maybe he allows himself more than one vice.
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07 Jun 2026
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house of the rising sun (Hallways) by the_wolves
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
10 Jun 2026
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“I knew I'd find you around here.”
Leon jolts awake, and for a second, he’s only aware of the pink, flickering neon over the counter and the clock ticking right above it. He doesn’t reach for his holster—he knows that voice all too well. He glances up, blinking slowly, to meet Chris’s gaze.
“Your stealth’s gotten better.” Leon gestures at the mug growing cold on the table in front of him. “Before you say anything unpleasant—that’s coffee.”
Chris scoffs, then smiles.
“I wouldn't blame you for indulging in a drink after the night you just had.”
“Really?” Leon inhales deeply, holding back a coughing fit that he chalks up to an entire building collapsing on him, just a couple of hours ago. “Aging is making you soft, Captain Redfield.”
There’s a mineral aftertaste at the back of Leon’s throat, and there was a time when he would have considered watering it down with a drink, falling into his glass until morning only to forget the sound of his own name. But the man he is today can only wonder if it will eventually wash off, or if Raccoon City’s crumbling foundations will somehow always stick with him.
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Chris finds Leon just a few hours after Requiem's events.
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07 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.
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06 Jun 2026