SocialDeception
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Bred in the Bone by Hammocker, SocialDeception
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
18 Jul 2026
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After Leon had left Spain, the entire area had been cleared, Las Plagas eradicated.
So what was right in front of him shouldn't have been possible. This wasn't just some creature, not just some random experiment or freak of nature.
It was Krauser.
Or, While investigating the underground BOW trade, Leon discovers a ghost from his past.
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I know you can feel it.
That was what Krauser had said, and when Leon reached the large ornate doors, he thought he understood what Krauser had meant.
They seemed ancient and out of place from what Leon had seen of the island. There was nothing military about them, if anything they seemed almost ceremonial. That idea was only heightened by the pair of braziers flanking the doors.
He supposed it was a fitting reunion.
For MetalTango Week 2026, Day 7: Rimming
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For the entirety of Leon's so-called career, he'd been focused on ending bio-terrorism the only way they knew how; by killing. Meanwhile, a promising scientist, Anya Kalashnik had focused her own research on a cure. Her work had shown immense promise, all but reversing the cellular damage brought on by any of the known strains of viruses Umbrella and all those after Umbrella’s fall had unleashed on the world. She had been so close to a cure, and -
And then she had disappeared.
Not only did that not bode well for a potential cure, but if she could achieve something like that, then what kind of horrors could she unleash if guided by the wrong hands?
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There was no escaping him.
His large shadow was on all the walls, his voice ricocheting down the hallways. He was everywhere, pushing Waylon forward through a maze of his making.
There was no escape because Eddie wanted him here.
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Everything was dark, disorienting, no memory of how he got there.
A hundred hands were on him, dressing him in silky fabrics, covering his eyes. His arms were stretched out, his head lolling back.
He thought he could see himself from the outside.
An altar, robes that seemed almost sacrificial. Blindfolded, his chest bare, the garments flowing as if underwater.
Then, those familiar scarred hands were on him again, grounding him.
Or, Leon wakes up in the heart of the cult with a familiar someone holding him in place.