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creativecuteness · 11 months

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Eternal Love Chapter 3: The Uncommon Cold

Still completely behind but I could not, not post today since this is the last day of Etharah week. While I'm still stuck on day 3 and will be behind for at least a little while take this chapter based on the prompt sick day. I really hope I can write faster when Rory week rolls around in several months' time. I'm totally ready to take part in it though alright here's the links it was fun taking part in my first Tumblr prompt week with the mbav fandom. Please let me know when we do something like this again cause I will be going all in. Alright here's the chapter summery and story links

Description: When Sarah comes down with a case of the uncommon cold, it's up to Ethan to take care of her while Benny and the others go on an (offscreen) quest to grab the ingredients for a healing potion. Though the biggest question should be, how does one go about taking care of a sick undead creature.

Ao3

Fanfiction.net

I'll post the chapter on Tumblr on a later date or if there's enough demand for it regardless chapters for the story will continue, I'll try to get them done as fast as possible but still I had a lot of fun didn't go as planned but I've been struggling with writing motivation anyway so no harm no foul. I'll also continue using the Etharah week tag since I'm so far behind so keep your eyes peeled on that. With that said goodnight everybody.

#mbav stuff #mbav #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire #fanfiction #mbav fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction.net #fanfiction update #sarah fox #etharah week 2023 #etharah week #day 3 #sick day #ethan/sarah #ethan morgan #more chapters coming soon

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beaglefanblog · 2 years

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some completely true history facts

Robert FitzRoy, the commander (later captain) of HMS Beagle, had an uncle who had confessed to homosexuality shortly before taking his own life. For the rest of FitzRoy's life, he expressed a preoccupation that he had inherited his uncle's "predisposition."

He decided to bring a civilian naturalist on his fateful surveying voyage of South America – a young man named Charles Darwin. Shortly before they set sail, FitzRoy received a letter from Darwin that began in a slightly apologetic tone, so naturally he assumed Darwin was about to say he had a girlfriend, flew into a panic, threw the letter in the bin, then realised once he'd dug it out again that Darwin was actually just asking him to put in a good word for a friend's son who wanted to join the Navy.

Within a week of meeting FitzRoy, Darwin wrote half a dozen letters to his siblings about how handsome and charming the young commander was.

Darwin wasn't assigned to sleep in the captain's cabin during the voyage. He often did anyway.

FitzRoy wrote that he thought of Darwin every time the waves rocked the ship. He wrote that Darwin was "the rarest of birds."

Darwin wrote that FitzRoy made him feel safe. He wrote that FitzRoy was a hero on par with Nelson.

Anyway who wants to read my gay little story about them

#fitzwin #hms beagle #age of sail #charles darwin #robert fitzroy #i will die on this hill #queer history #science history #ofmd #more chapters coming soon #cw sui #suicide #cw suicide #suicide mention

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rinnysega · 2 years

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I learned a new word today! 💕

The Precipice - AO3

#encanto #encanto fic #shameless plug as I get ready for the day #more chapters coming soon #and thank you for reading ☺️❤️

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demonic0angel · 1 year

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Tfw your resurrected son somehow becomes the boyfriend of a rising crime lord within the city that you’re protecting 🤨

Introducing crime boss Jazlyn Nightingale, the newest power in Gotham who has control over the shadows (click for clarity)

#crime boss jazz fenton #jazz fenton #anger management #jason x jazz #jason todd #dp x dc crossover #dc universe #dc batman #dp au #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp crossover #the first chapter will be coming out soon!! thank you for all of the support!#I call jazz a crime boss but tbh she’s more like a supervillain lmao #dpxdc #dcxdp #anger management ship #jazz has a shadow friend

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biggermas · 2 months

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I did something.. I'm going to rewrite poppyplaytime 3! I'm not an expert or anything, but I HAVE to express my opinions on this🏃🏾‍♀️Also it might be fun🙀

On catnaps design: he has a shock collar instead of a zipper! Because he would get too aggressive with the employees So they would use it to calm him down (spoiler alert it didn't work)💥💥 I think a shock collar would be cool for him especially if you know all of his lore👍🏾 the shock collar Also works as a voice changer. It doesn't work the best, but SOMETIMES it works🤦🏾‍♀️ He's the only one with a shock collar⚡️ How I would change the way he dies is that we find a way To overpower the shock collar So it ends up setting him on fire or whatever😭 And then The prototype can kill him or whatever😢😢

i wish they would have added this in the game. The fact that they even decided to put this in the trailer Just for us not to do this is insane🧍🏿‍♀️ I want to SEE my son..😁 anyway It would be so cool if we actually got to be in home sweet home for longer😭 They hyped this place up so much just for us to be in there for like five minutes.. I love this game, but they need better writers😬😬 (edit: ok, nvm we do see him a couple of times throughout Home sweet home, but What I meant was like shooting the flare gun at him)

Anywho, i'm working on a redesign for a dogday now👍🏾this is what catnaps full body looks like

#catnap #poppy playtime chapter 3 #mob entertainment #smiling critters #redesign #ppt 3 #why is he looking at me like that #😭🙏🏾#poppy playtime #dogday #he got too silly #artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr #young artist #Hopefully I do not regret posting this when I wake up😭#more Theories Coming soon!

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eloise175 · 6 months

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Everyone go home, the real star of the show is here, pack your things and leave

miss Penelope cleared I fear, she ate everyone up

Her expression looks so cute and innocent, she’s adorableeee

The purple dress is finally here and it’s nothing like I had expected. It’s so elegant, and it actually gives me slight villainess vibes despite her cute expression. AND HER HAIR IS SOOOOO—we’ve never seen this hairstyle on Penelope, I’m so happy we’re getting something new for her too ( ⌯◞◟⌯)♡

For context, it was mentioned how in the past, Penelope was embarrassed of being escorted by an ‘old man’ so the Duke didn’t expect of her to agree this time to be escorted by him. That’s sooo cute, he’s just happy to spend time with his daughter, they’re the cutest (◜ω◝)

Reynold and Penelope’s interactions were hilarious. And the fact that Penelope canonically kicked someone in the groin. Icon. She mothered again.

Also I like how Reynold remembered how Penelope asked him to remain with her during the hunting tournament’s opening banquet, so this time he made sure to stick around for longer. Now that’s a good character development

Callisto the man you are, he came and saved the day when Derrick asked Penelope do dance. Respectfully—Derrick go dance with a chair, release us of your presence.

Callisto nation we won. He gagged us bad.

You know a character is loved and done well when everyone freaks out at the mere appearance of his hand/leg.

AND HE FINALLY WEARS SOMETHING OTHER THAN WHITE WRAAAAAH

my prayers have been answered, but you’ll see me on the news regardless because this is a cultural reset, Callisto in black and red clothes hmph—I’m not letting y’all forget about this ever.

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osamusriceballs · 5 months

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The Accident Part VIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2k

About: You finally meet your good friend <3

Part I II -> Next part

"You know each other?!"

You stare at Atsumu with wide eyes, who just stares at the short blonde next to you and raises his eyebrows as if he just had an epiphany.

"Where have I—wait. Karasuno. Karasuno's manager! You're a friend of Shoyo-kun!" Atsumu's eyes shine when he talks about Karasuno, and you furrow your brows when you remember that it's the name of Yachi's old school. "Shoyo-kun? Like—Hinata Shoyo?" You ask, recalling a bright orange-haired man you've met a few times already when Yachi had invited you to drink with her and her friends. They had always been a lively bunch, definitely growing on you the more often you saw them.

"Hmm, we work together," Atsumu nods, and you blankly stare at him while you try to digest that piece of information. You know that Hinata is a professional volleyball player. Very professional. Olympics level professional. He offered you cards to his games quite a few times, and you had politely declined, not wanting to cause him trouble, but he had sent you tickets anyway for a game in a few weeks.

That probably means that Atsumu is a professional player too—or he might be some kind of manager, according to the vague statement that they are working together. His physique and his posture tell you that he potentially could be an athlete- you would believe that in a second.

"Working together like... playing volleyball too?" You ask for clarification, tilting your head curiously while you watch his reaction. His lips curl into a smug smile, and the confidence he's radiating now makes your legs turn into jelly.

"Yeah. I'm a professional, just like Shoyo-kun. He loves my sets, by the way. Always aces them with no problem."

His eyes capture yours and you hang on his every word, definitely surprised by the development. You're married to a probably very famous professional Olympia volleyball player. You're not even sure what to think about this; the new details just made the whole situation more absurd and unrealistic. The only good thing is that Yachi apparently knows him. You could maybe get more information out of Yachi about him later.

"I—wait. The marriage—you married ATSUMU MIYA?" Your attention shifts to Yachi, who turns almost worryingly red, and you quickly step closer to her and reach for her arm, trying to calm her down. "Yes, but it's okay. He's a good guy, okay?" You smile encouragingly, and Yachi takes a few hasty loud breaths before she nods.

Atsumu watches you both and awkwardly clears his throat, a faint blush covering his cheeks at your words, and rubs the back of his head. "I'll leave ya two alone then. I'll call ya, y/n."

The last thing you see is his smile before he turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets now. His broad back is evident, especially when he's wearing the white dress shirt, and you can't help but admire the man for a second before Yachi enters your sight once again.

"Y/n! - what happened?!"

xxx

"I can't believe you're married to Atsumu Miya!" she exclaims, still sounding shocked as she repeats the same sentence for the third time after you managed to tell her the fully story during the car ride. Both of you sit on her comfortable plush couch, adorned with a few of her stylish designer blankets. You're glad to be in a familiar place finally, but you can't help but to think about Atsumu. Will he call or leave a message soon? You wouldn't mind him calling today already- just to make sure you have his number. Nothing else. Just to clear that whole marriage thing. And nothing else.

You nod with a mild smile an attempt to calm her slight panic. Atsumu has assured you that everything will be taken care of, and you find yourself actually trusting him. "It'll be okay. You mentioned he's a good guy, right? I mean, he's friends with Hinata."

Yachi deeply inhales and takes a sip of her tea and nods. "He's close to Hinata. They get along really well. But let me tell you, Atsumu Miya in high school is something else. His serves were powerful and terrifying- not as much as today, but still enough to keep us all on the edge. Even Nishinoya had a hard time receiving them. Atsumu-san and Osamu-san managed to copy Hinata's and Kageyama's special attack effortlessly. It was insane. Maybe we can find a recording of it."

She grabs the remote to turn on the TV, and you lean forward eagerly at the thought of seeing more of Atsumu. "I wonder what Atsumu looked like in high school," you muse, taking a sip of your tea, its slight bitterness complementing the rich flavor. "He basically still looks the same. His hair got a bit brighter, and I think he grew a bit. And gained mass," Yachi responds, finding what she's looking for with an excited squeal. "Here!"

You both watch how a much younger Atsumu raises his arm and much to your surprise the whole crowd falls silent. "What- that's not normal, is it?" You turn to Yachi who seems slightly pale, probably because she remembers the moment vividly. "That's normal for Atsumu Miya. He was so good and popular that he got that special treatment. It helps him to focus. Oh, and watch his steps! You can tell what kind of serve he's going to make by the number of his steps."

You diligently nod and watch him serve again, taking six steps this time. The camera angle is a tad bit closer this time, and you don't fail to see his yellow-ish hair that definitely looks different compared to his looks today. He was very fit, even back then, but he is definitely more buff today.

You watch some more of Atsumu's powerful serves, his form screaming utmost perfection, and memories of the very same strong, muscular arms wrapped around you make heat rush to your cheeks. Yachi continues to share insights about his playing style, and you quickly try to focus on her words.

"...their combined attacks are difficult to anticipate. But look at how Kei blocks it!" You nod enthusiastically while you observe Tsukishima's impressive block. The video then shifts to another game, showcasing Atsumu in a black uniform adorned with yellow claw prints on his sleeves.

"Oh, that's from the MSBY game! You should have seen him; there's this amazing set—" Yachi's words trail off as the camera cuts to an unusual angle, revealing Atsumu's impressive thighs in full glory as he sets the ball with a ridiculously seductive smile. Your jaw drops at the unexpected sight- you know for sure you would have fainted if you saw that scene in live. How dare he look so good while setting the ball?? "Look, Hinata easily managed to hit that! And there's Bokuto-san!" You recognize the orange-haired spiker, sharing a smile and high-five with Bokuto. "I can't believe that they all actually know each other."

"Yeah," Yachi smiles and nods. "Hinata always talks about Atsumu-san. And Bokuto-san is close with Osamu-san, I think. I've seen him post a few pictures with Akaashi-san at Onigiri-Miya."

"Is that the name of his restaurant? Atsumu said he would take me there someday." Yachi gives you a side-eye, and reaches for her phone. "You've gotten pretty close, haven't you? You seemed really flustered when-" You quickly interrupt her, "No! I—I don't even know him. I don't even have his number. He was just being nice, we're not really close."

Yachi nods with a small grin, and hands you her phone. "Here. That's his Instagram. He's also often at Onigiri Miya. It seems like he's very proud of his brother's success. I though you might want to have a look at his life."

"Thank you." Yachi is truly a great friend, and you feel once again fond of being close to her. As you scroll through Atsumu's Instagram, you find a mix of game snapshots, some pictures with Osamu, in which he always has a plate full of food in front of him, and you can't help but zoom into the plates, impressed by the neatly arranged dishes. As you keep on scrolling, you almost gasp loudly when you find a very surprising collaboration with Calvin Klein, featuring a shirtless Atsumu from a very close perspective. At first, you keep on scrolling, too flustered at the sudden revealing picture, but curiosity makes you go back after a few moments, and you look at the picture again.

He looks good. His muscles are well-defined and he grins seductively for the camera while he poses, clad in only a ripped pair of jeans. It's almost unfair how ridiculously attractive he looks, but you still think that he looks even better when he's just woken up, just like he did this morning. You exhale loudly and curiously click on the comments.

"I would pay real money to have him like this in my bed." "Christmas came early this year- and so did I." "Bless the Miya genes. I'd gladly help to spread them." "Thank you Calvin Klein. I'll make sure to get a pair of these pants." "*FAINTS* HE'S SO HOT, I CAN'T-"

You're startled when you notice how the comments get even more unhinged and shameless as you keep on scrolling. "He... has a lot of fans," you remark, scrolling back to the top and handing Yachi her phone back, to which she nods heavily. "He had his own fan club in high school, and ever since the Japanese team won the Olympics, the whole team has been very popular. Especially Atsumu-san and Sakusa-san."

You hesitate before asking the next question, uncertain of what the answer might bring. "Is there a reason why he's single? He seems like a decent guy, looks good, and he's probably rich. Isn't he the perfect catch?"

Yachi furrows her brows, thinking. "I don't know, actually. It's probably the same as with Hinata and Kageyama. They focus a lot on their careers; they simply don't have time for dating. I also found out that most volleyball boys can be a bit... intense. It's probably hard to find a partner that understands their passion. They prioritize training over anything else. I've never seen Hinata skip a day of training, no matter what happens. Their partners must accept that they put a lot of their energy and time into their jobs."

"Ah," you simply nod, slightly surprised by the revelation. You would have assumed that they have a very lively dating life, but it seems like they just live for work. Sounds a bit lonely.

"I also think that some fans are a bit obsessed with their private lives. There was an incident before with Atsumu-san and one of their fans- but things have calmed down lately, so you should be fine." Yachi reassures you, reaching for a cookie on the couch table.

"I think that—" she is interrupted by the sudden sound of a ringing phone, and both of you exchange confused glances before realizing it's your phone. Yachi's eyes light up, and she squeals, "Maybe it's him—I mean, I could have gotten his number through Hinata, but maybe he's got some news—"

You fumble with the phone, the unknown number undoubtedly belonging to Atsumu. Taking a deep breath, you nod at her and hold the phone to your ear, answering the call with a simple,

"Hello?"

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #here you go!!#finally a friend of y/n! <3 #she has some more and you'll meet them soon too!#and you'll find out more about y/n in the next chapter #but don't worry I'll keep it as vague as possible!#ANYWAYS! I'll try to post another chapter this week #but it might take until monday T.T #I'll do my best though!#I'm eager to post the next few parts #and to finally come to the smut #it will take a bit though T.T #and let's not forget about the incoming drama~#ugh I have to get up soon for work T.T #I'm not ready T.T #it's gonna be a long weekend full of work #I hope everyone can relax a bit more #LOVE YA! <3 #BTW #I had such a hard time finding out how Yachi calls Hinata and all the other guys #She started by calling Hinata Hinata-kun but in the end she calls him Hinata #same with Kageyama #I'll just assume that she calls the others with -san #except for...#you might have already noticed who she's on first name base with~ that will be important maybe so keep that in mind~ <3

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droplets88 · 1 month

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Sneak Peek to my FNAF SB fanfic: Point you in the Right Direction!

“Oof-! Geez, what-What is in this-this box?!”

You groaned as you slowly carried the damned box towards Glamrock Gifts. Your arm was burning from the weight on the limb, your legs strained as you stumbled with every step hoping your knees wouldn’t give out underneath you. You were about halfway there when you accidentally tripped over a wet floor bot you didn’t see. A small yelp left your lips as your vision blurred; your body plummeting forwards- before you were suddenly stopped. One mechanical hand held the back of your shirt while the other held tightly to the other end of the box in your grip.

#fnaf security breach #more coming SOON #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf dca #point you in the right direction #mystery character #sneak peek as promised #dca fanfic #dca au #sneak peek #chapter in progress #over 4000 in and not even halfway done #so excited to release this #trying for this week but no promises #finally getting to meet people #fnaf daycare attendant

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astrobei · 1 year

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a body in motion - chapter 3

“Tell me something,” Mike says, as the silence stretches on. He’s still looking up at the ceiling, and it’s so dark that his eyes might as well be closed, but turning– being face-to-face with Will– feels daunting. Even without eye contact, the idea is enough to make something swoop low in his stomach, dangerous and warm. “Since we’re awake anyway.”

The sheets rustle some more as Will shifts. “What do you want me to tell you?”

#i'm sorry i lied #there is more #bc i have no self control and ended up with a 30k+ chapter #and i cannot in good conscience publish that #remember when i said this chapter would be shorter than ch2 for sure #i lied .#anyways i promise it's DONE IT'S DONE I PROMISE #I JUST NEED TO EDIT #SO TAKE THIS BC I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT #BUT PT 4 COMING SO SOON LIKE THIS WEEK #OK BYE #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #fic

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prettyflyshyguy · 4 months

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What are you gonna do, monster boy?

Amazing what I can achieve when I put a song on repeat. Smashed this one out as something fun, refreshing and stress free. Still working on the big final chapter of the C Virus AU, but I'm recovering my confidence as a writer by letting myself work on some sillier things. Good practice too.

This is a mini story based on this phenomenal post and an overly complicated idea I had from it.

Enjoy the garbage here, or on AO3.

“You look nice.” Leon smiled wryly.

Chris rolled his eyes as he pushed the elevator doors back for Leon, who was wasting all the time in the world as he made his way down the corridor. The sharp cut business attire didn’t suit him as much as it barely fit him. A necessary evil, Leon had assured him. It’ll go down better.

To aid in Rebecca’s continued research, and for ease of access to monitoring the effects of the trial viral inhibitors she’d prescribed him, Leon was temporarily assigned to assisting in BSAA operations. The guise was of course that his knowledge post-Lanshiang was critical in containing and mitigating the impact of smaller scale and localised outbreaks of the C-Virus. A half truth, no one seemed to question it so far and a number of months had already passed. The global crisis raged on, the work never ended, his temporary partnership was easily justified to nosy journalists and more discerning governmental bodies.

Chris perpetually winged to him the whole elevator ride about how much he found the bureaucratic nature of these meetings tiresome. Paper pushers, out-of-touch management. Stakeholders who never set foot on ground zero yet felt qualified to call the shots.

“If it weren't for people like that, we wouldn't be here.” Leon retorted, “You saying you’d want to be out of a job?”

He smiled as he watched Chris fiddle for the umpteenth time with his collar and tie.

“If people like that weren't around, there’d be no BOW based warfare. I’ll be glad the day I’m made redundant.” Chris huffed as he loosened his tie slightly.

Leon conceded that the man had a point.

The meeting was routine. The BSAA was called in to clean up a minor incident, it was successful, and so various representatives and stakeholders for the client would be meeting with the BSAA to discuss the outcome and debrief. Chris had insisted on arriving early, saying that this meeting was critical given the circumstance of the client, and it needed to go smoothly.

Although it wasn’t mentioned, Leon could tell he appreciated the emotional support.

Chris was, for all intents and purposes, an exemplary operator within the BSAA. Most notable about him was his considerable empathy, fierce determination to do what's right, and how much he believed they had the power to change the world for the better. Quality traits, Leon respected him highly for them all, however, the latter might be considered a tad naive. Chris was an exemplary operator, trapped in a room, surrounded by stakeholders and board members. Politicians, in the figurative sense, and arguably the worst kind. Leon’s eyes darted around the seated figures, noting the sheen of luxurious silk clothes, tailored suits and wrist watches that were never used for any practical purpose. If you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

There were a handful of friendlies on the south end of the oval table where Leon and Chris sat opposite. Leon knew them all as subordinates within the teams Chris oversaw, all good men and women, people you could trust. They had kindness in their eyes despite the worn and torn faces they wore, they shared the optimism of their Captain. They existed in stark contrast to the other two thirds of the table where the client cartel sat in horseshoe formation, their backs positioned to the entrance to the room, psychologically forming a barrier between the BSAA staff and the exit.

“-pride ourselves in swiftly responding to an incident, and I am very pleased with the outcome and the performance of my team.”

Leon watched Chris fidget slightly in his seat as he spoke. He was clearly uncomfortable, but he was handling it well. Still, Chris was out of his depth.

Politicians were hard enough to hold a work related conversation with. They were always playing games. A simple discussion became a contract with fine print, never in your favor or your benefit. More was always demanded of you, because good was never good enough for them. He wondered who had more power anyway, in these strange times. Was it the politicians he was used to handling, or the people sitting a few meters away from him.

“-the use of B.O.W units by the BSAA?”

Leon’s attention violently snapped back to the woman seated at the head of the table. She shuffled through a document folder, licking a finger to flick through the pages effortlessly. Peering down through a set of reading glasses with a fine gold chain draped around her neck, a frown crinkled the skin on her forehead. She looked to be at least fifty years of age, with the telltale signs that she’d had work done to maintain a youthful presentation. Despite mankind mastering the molding of biology, they were still unable to tame the passage of time. The cracks in her mask formed when she frowned, and her voice gave away her years. Her dark eyes shifted upwards, piercing out from behind a sunken brow.

“I-Wh-Excuse me?” Chris stammered, shocked at whatever she had just implied.

Leon looked around the room hoping to find some context. The BSAA members appeared just as confused and shocked as he was.

“Mr. Redfield, as the lead operator of this…” the woman paused, a chill beginning to settle on the room, “... Successful operation…”

Chris stiffened in his chair. Leon squinted from across the table and could barely make out the tiny printed details on her visitors identification badge.

Ms. Harker, CTO, Valhanian Pharmaceuticals.

This is bad, he thought.

“... Do you condone the use of Bio-Organic-Weapons by the BSAA?”

Harker’s speech had a sharp whistle to it that pierced the air of the room and the stunned silence of the attendees. This was a regular Tuesday lunch for Leon, for Chris this may as well be judgment day at the pearly gates.

Don’t.

As if willing it so hard might psychically influence Chris into responding the right way.

Chris, don’t.

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

Fuck.

He couldn’t fault Chris for being defensive, but god, if there ever was a worse time for it.

“It’s a simple question, Mr Redfield.”

Chris rolled back his shoulders and leaned into his chair, hands clasped tightly on the tabletop, trying to calm himself as he regulated the tone of his response.

“Of course we don’t condone the use of B.O.W’s, the BSAA was formed specifically to combat their use and propagation.” he responded calmly and confidently.

“Thank you Mr Redfield, you’ve alleviated my concerns regarding your intelligence.”

Leon flinched at the insult. Glancing at Chris, he could see his friend's quick fuse burning at an alarming rate.

“However your conviction is something I fear I must question.”

Chris swallowed. The colour had drained ever so slightly from his face.

“I only think it’s right that the BSAA is transparent with regards to how it operates. We came to you on the good faith you would have the professionalism to help us clean up a horrific accident…” she gently placed the manilla folder back on the desk in front of her, and started to lay out items from inside it in an organised fashion.

“... and what are we without safety protocols and rigidity? Our products keep people alive and healthy all over the world, as I’m sure you’re all well aware.”

The venom in her tone caused a shiver to roll across Leon’s skin.

“So to sit here in front of myself and my associates, and represent the BSAA, I find this conviction quite concerning with regards to what I’m going to show you.”

With a twist of her wrist she selected and slid a photograph down the length of the table, as if to twist the knife deeper.

“Care to explain this to me, Mr Redfield?”

Chris gently reached for the photograph, his hand trembled ever so slightly. The sight of Chris of all people, this nervous unsettled Leon like nothing else, despite everything he’d been through and seen before. Somehow a room full of big-pharma sharks was scarier than a giant monster covered in teeth and claws. He felt his heart beat a little faster as Chris eyed the photograph.

“I’m sorry, what exactly am I looking at?”

Good, good. Leon thought. Don’t give it to them easy.

“What you are looking at, Mr Redfield, is an image pulled from our security system. It’s the clearest shot our team recovered, as either the camera’s were tampered with, or their blind spots were carefully utilised by this….” she paused, tapping the table with an acrylic nail as she pondered what word would be most appropriate.

“... individual.”

She paused to let the phrase sink in before continuing.

“It failed to hide entirely from us however, and in that image you can clearly see it is wearing a uniform that matches those of your team, yet it is not a human.”

Fuck. He’d been so careful, so cautious.

Something had felt off about the job from the minute Leon set boots on the ground outside the factory. Chris had assured him that it’d be smooth, he’d done it a hundred times before, there shouldn’t be any issues. It was a C-Virus outbreak for sure, but not the normal kind. Valhanian was working on vaccines and preventative medication, blockers for the immune system that could quickly and effectively obliterate the virus or prevent it from even gaining a hold on the system. The most common form was the standard strains that had a very similar effect on humans as the T-Virus did, which they were led to believe was the main focus of the factory - manufacturing and R&D for the ‘zombie’ strains.

What they found waiting for them was most certainly not the standard C-Virus infected humans.

Chris had brushed it off at the time, claiming that with how volatile the virus was, he wasn’t surprised that something had gone wrong and there were chrysalid variants in the facility.

Nothing’s without risk, something must have gone wrong, it’s not like we haven’t handled this sort of thing before.

Leon knew that there was no way in hell that a company with that much money in the game of vaccines would fuck around and find out - risking everything in the process. But it wasn’t worth arguing with Chris, he insisted that it wasn’t his job to worry about the science team’s side of things and that ‘Rebecca will figure it out.’

Chris was ever the optimist on his good days. Leon had seen too much to trust any corporation that invested in the field of medicine. You don’t get fission without fusion, and anyone who claimed that advancements in bio-organic warfare had no links to advancements in medicine, was a fool or a liar. Most likely both.

Naturally, something went wrong on the job, sure he’d had a little ‘mutation’ incident, but Rebecca’s drugs worked a treat, they just took a while to fully kick in.

“I don’t know what this is or what you’re trying to do, we don’t employ B.O.W’s as part of our operations, whatever you’re trying to claim with this is unfounded.” Chris responded in anger.

No no no you dumbass, don’t give it to them Chris!

“Mr. Redfield, I'm just being thorough.” Harker’s voice took the tone of a teacher reprimanding a student, “You’re no stranger to the industry, and I’m sure you understand we are very conscious and concerned about protecting our business. Incidents like this are of a high concern to us as the entire reason we brought the BSAA in to assist us was to stop a B.O.W incident.”

Chris glanced briefly at the BSAA staff seated around him, and Leon. Fear and panic reflected in his eyes, a silent cry for help. Leon could tell that Chris knew who was in the photograph and could only lie about it for so long before the game was given away.

Leon cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the sharks.

“Ms Harker I can assure you that Chris is just as shocked as you are, and that the BSAA operates at the highest level of-”

“Thank you for your assurance, Mr Kennedy,” Harker interrupted, her full attention snapping to Leon “but I believe you are not a member of the BSAA is that correct?”

There was a predatory look to her gaze. Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, I’m temporarily assigned to assist them in operations regarding the C-Virus as I have first hand experience with it that has proven invaluable in us combatting further outbreaks.”

“I don’t doubt that Mr. Kennedy. I’m aware of your reputation and high standing. Our country has a lot to thank you for.”

He shivered again. There was no genuinity to her tone.

“I just wish to express my concerns, as I feel we deserve an explanation to the security footage.”

Leon dug his fingers into his thigh, scrunching the fabric of his chinos, hands hidden under the table. Showing any public sign of fear or nerves would be his downfall.

“Trust is critical to any operation, but you all know this of course. How can we trust the BSAA after seeing this? How can you even trust yourselves?”

Seeing a hint of a smile form at the edges of her mouth, Leon’s temper began to rise.

Chris began to speak, only to be cut off by Harker’s shrill tone.

“Have you considered that there may be individuals lying dormantly infected, unbeknownst to the world, the BSAA, even themselves?

Leon bit down on his tongue.

“Perhaps there’s an infected individual sitting in this room with us right now.”

Chris went white and gripped the photograph tighter, holding himself back from instinctively looking away from Harker, he could see the bait now but it was too late.

“Perhaps it's someone not within the BSAA.” she trailed off softly as she shifted her sights from Chris to Leon.

He felt the eyes of every member of the meeting shift to look at him in horror.

#c virus au #Leon Kennedy #Chris Redfield #Resident Evil 6 #Resident Evil #infected leon #POSTS THIS AND RUNS #peace offering tumblr #for being absent so much #this was a lot of fun and refreshing for me #and i hope you all get a kick from it #more to come when I can write more #hopefully soon #and hopefully sooner too on the final chapter

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