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Leon S. Kennedy kisses one killer and it ruins his life.
This is some silly shit. Leon was meant to kiss a few killers but it turned into something else. Posting the first three chapters then posting once a week until I catch up to myself. -
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Wesker hums, the sound low and rich with amusement. His gloved fingers shift, curling around Leon's jaw, pressing into the hinge of his mouth, tilting his head this way and that—an appraiser examining a flawed piece from every angle.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "I think I'm beginning to understand the appeal."
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When Albert Wesker receives cryptic notice about Ada Wong's betrayal, he takes matters into his own hands to secure the amber. His plans are then quickly sent awry by none other than Leon S. Kennedy, who has a curious affliction.
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Albert Wesker is back and the DSO decide to drop a few explosives on him. Leon gets caught up in the middle of it as he tries to save as many people as he can.
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the mating behaviors of a plaga and a tyrant by ghostyface
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
05 Mar 2026
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"Pheromones?"
"Yes, they're olfactory signals produced by certain species to— "
"No shut up I know what they are," Leon flips his knife and points it in the general direction of the nameless scientist, his gaze never leaving the glowing fire red eyes that seem to burn through him. "You're saying, the plaga is releasing sex pheromones."
A nod.
"And it's only affecting you."
Wesker bares his teeth in the most displeased grin Leon has ever seen and says, "It would appear so."
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In My Unbeating Heart by shatteredrainbows
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
23 Mar 2026
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What was that smell? The smell that wouldn’t leave him, no matter how hard he breathed out. Coppery, warm, inviting. Leon swallowed, a hideous burn bubbling up in the back of his throat like bile. His jaw clenched tight, fingertips digging into his knees, his heart begging him to leave it. To pretend like he wasn’t home. But his stomach, painfully churning at the smell alone, was screaming at him to take a bite out of his superior. The smell of copper was so strong, stronger than it ever had been before, and he wanted to rip Christopher Redfield into shreds. He had never felt this way before, what was this?
Hunger.
It burned like hell.