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Albert watched as Leon gripped the bat, rolling his wrist and bouncing the top of the bat against the ground and catching it effortlessly as it ricocheted back at him. Wesker heard himself snicker. Excellent. He was going to shock them.
The captain felt his heart pounding as he watched him stroll towards him, slowly squatting back down as umpire and awaiting the rookie to position himself in front of him. He watched the concentration, the focus, the confidence in his body language. Leon knew that Leon was going to shock them. It made his spine prickle with sadistic delight. He needn’t have commanded his team to move accordingly; they knew he was going to hit it far. Leon gave Wesker a nod as he stepped up to the plate.
“See you soon.” He smirked, and the captain felt his body surge with heat. The expression pushed against the corner of his mouth in an asymmetrical way that Wesker longed to slip the very tip of his tongue over to memorize its charming shape.
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“… You could perhaps start with taking my order.” Blonde lashes batting coupled with a wry purse of a thin pair of lips. At the corner of which a dimple showed itself, growing in tandem with the smirk. Leon could feel himself vaguely nodding his head. Yeah, why doesn’t someone start taking his order, so then he can make it? Does he look like an espresso guy, or maybe a tea type…
Wait. I’m supposed to be taking his order.
”Bah, yeah, sorry,” Leon honked, his voice cracking with the very smooth yeah. Steely eyes lit up like when you’d put a film strip on top of a lightbox. They contained everything he liked; rainy, moody, dark nights spent with all of his lights off in the company of his television and Carey Grant. Though he’d say he knew how to bat his eyelashes and move his brows more like Rita Hayworth. “Welcome to Moon’s donuts, what can I get for you?”
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“So since you’re just hanging out now…” Leon gave him a playful smirk, watching with glee as Albert’s face was nearly as red as the glowing lights of the restraint device, “... I think your busy little schedule just cleared right up for me.” Wesker scoffed, narrowing his eyes and rolling his jaw.
You smug mutt!
“Look at you. You’re practically glowing.” He sneered, watching as Leon’s smile only grew in proportion to just how completely immobile his objectively-stronger lover was. Leon folded his strong arms across his chest as if showing off his freedom to do so.
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Wesker never truly expressed joy with his mouth; it seldom ever gave little more than a quirk of amusement or a downturn of disapproval. Leon had discovered, however, that evidence of the stoic captain’s secret joy lay behind his eyes. Since they’d gotten closer, he would often give him wry grins, even barking out an occasional dry Ha! in amusement, but what the rookie had come to covet were the rare instances of true, genuine light behind those steely gray hues.
It was always fleeting, lasting less than a moment, and could never be seen from behind his trademark sunglasses. Every time Leon would be lucky enough to catch it, he would press his lips gently against the crow’s feet at the corner of Albert’s eyes, thanking him for such a blessing. He felt his blonde eyelashes brushing against his nose as he did so as if to thank him in return for his worthiness.
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He walked under a street lamp, lit up by warmth and dangerous red neon from a crowded bar and offered a glance back to Leon’s position. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes despite the darkness outside, but Leon felt them on him regardless and it made his whole body surge with heat. A playful smirk invited the presence of a dimple at the corner of his mouth and Leon let out a shaky exhale. Definitely not a ‘Back off, creep’.
Was he encouraging him?!
Leon’s mouth hung agape, his space-out session harshly interrupted by the unpleasant feeling of his feeder fangs jutting out and stabbing uncomfortably against his lip. This was turning him on. Ice cold shame shot down his spine and collided with the magmatic sensation of the fullest extent of his hunger.
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A series of sequential fics about Sniper, Medic and a romance between them. This takes place after the comics, and the mercs have gone back to doing what they know: fighting over gravel. Sniper deals with the aftermath of losing his parents and grapples with his resurrection, and everyone re-adjusts to life on the base... again. Medic is content to let things return to the way they were before the team's disbanding, but finds himself troubled by the seepage of emotions into his once-exclusively-professional relationship with his greatest medical triumph. Just two mercenaries trying to figure out what to do with themselves and their feelings while navigating the dusty hellscape of Teufort, New Mexico.
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A collection of shorter Medic x Sniper fics I've written; some are before they're dating, some are after they're established! :-)
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In the wake of a power imbalance, the forever Gravel Wars are starting to change. The RED Team has been getting nothing but radio silence until a shift in the team dynamic is announced. Sniper just wants to be left to his devices, away from the mess the mercenaries make.
You have a comfortable life working for a financial law firm, even if there is nothing for you outside. Organized, analytical, and follows all orders out to perfection - what more could anyone want in a worker? That may be exactly why you find yourself in the situation of being taken away from your yellow-tie coworkers and forced into the Badlands with a team of smelly mercenaries.
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26 Mar 2023
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"Anyways, I came here to inform you that your boyfriend wants you to meet him on the rooftop in about 10 minutes," Spy smirked.
Sniper's face contorted with confusion. He thought long and hard. "I don't have a-" Then it clicked. Spy practically cackled as Sniper's face turned beet red with realization. He laughed even harder at the semi-playful punch he received from the flustered Australian.
"You bloody bogan, he is not my boyfriend!" Sniper huffed.
"And here comes the infamous 'We're just friends', hm?" Spy cocked an eyebrow, accompanied by a sly grin.
"I- You-" Sniper fumbled over his words, eventually sighing. "Fine. You win. Jus'-" He checked his old man's watch.
"Don't forget the wine." He was gone.
Sniper growled under his breath.
Bloody Spook.
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19 Feb 2023
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Nothingness then became warmth. A warm, soft feeling. Like sunlight. He thought he could hear music. Like a flute, maybe, or someone whistling. He tried to recognize the song, but found his thoughts wouldn’t stay together long enough.
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14 Feb 2023
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