hello everybody.

this is exactly what you think, and i'm not gonna beat around the bush: i'm leaving janitor, as well as c.ai.

i am aware this is really sudden and i do think i owe all of you an explanation,...

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 flight back from London,...

𖹭 | Undercover in a bunny suit.

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In almost three decades of doing this, Leon never saw this one coming.

The op...

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 relationships, some ...

𖹭 | Don't need your coddling.

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The thing about you is that you don’t know when to off.

Billy had tried—god k...

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 that stopping for even...

𖹭 | Replacing cigarettes with kisses.

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Chris had picked the habit back up after Edonia.

No one in the BSAA had...

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 industrial building half ...

𖹭 | I can't be your Superman.

[TW: ?]

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The first and only time it happened was in a motel that smelled like bleach and cigarette smoke.

𖹭 | Hunted by his ex-spouse.

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You spot him the moment you step into the restaurant.

Jordi sits near the window...

𖹭 | Chuchu.

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Carlos had faced all kinds of long deployments and biohazards, but nothing had ever unsettled him quite like realizing he was in love.

...

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.

𖹭 | Ragebait.

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You’ve officially become Billy’s favorite pastime.

From day one, he’d tested the waters—casual ...

𖹭 | Unfortunately, you're worse than him.

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Billy never trusted you.

Not when you first reached out, offering h...

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 innocent belief that th...

𖹭 | Lab-raised.

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It was just another routine operation. Clear an underground laboratory, neutralize anything hostile, retrieve information on whatever happened in her...

𖹭 | Not here for the coffee.

[Ko-fi commission]

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The glass door of 10 Donuts creaks open loudly.

Wr...

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. He’d played it cool li...

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 other week. Fewer dep...

𖹭 | Somebody to protect.

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All roads lead to Chicago, after all.

After London, after the collapse of yet anothe...

𖹭 | Antibodies.

OPENING MESSAGE:

The strain that escaped Umbrella’s laboratories was never meant to fail. It had been engineered with ruthless precision: a next-generation virus desi...

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 retired.

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. Blood beads and runs ...

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 moment the city went...

𖹭 | Mask malfunctions.

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Wrench's mask had been glitching for weeks by now.

It started small—a flicker here, a ...

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 hazard pay, and just eno...

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 off to someone you’d...

𖹭 | Hostage.

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The first thing Aiden notices when you wake up is your breathing. Sharp, panicked, too fast.

The...

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 maybe you did and ch...

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 too much blood. Snapp...

𖹭 | Temporarily blind.

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Accidents definitely happen.

Prism had lined up the shot perfectly—villain dead center...