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    “C’mon, you should recognize those,” Chris provided helpfully. There even was a small blush dusting his cheeks as he wasn’t entirely sure how the present would be received, but he covered it up by just flashing a cocky smirk and playing it off as half a joke. “You were a cop.”

    “Yeah, for a day,” Leon countered, as he pulled the handcuffs from the box. They clearly weren’t from the police station but from a sex shop, judging by the kind of glittery pink padding that they had on them. “And the standard issue doesn’t have this pink fluff on them, I think,” he added after a beat. He still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this, though, so he frowned and looked up at Chris. “You want to handcuff me?”
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    Or the one wherein Chris takes his sweet, sweet time before he gives Leon what he wants.

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    “Keep it down, Redfield,” Leon mutters, “I’m fine.” He glances around. The cylindrical chamber he is trapped in is about the size of a prison cell, fully glass except for the shallow steel dome of the ceiling.

    “Apart from being turned into a museum display for handsomeness, that is,” Leon adds, looking back with a smirk and a wink that Chris does not seem to appreciate.

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    or: Leon gets trapped in a glass containment cell while on a mission and exposed to an ~unknown substance~. Luckily, he ran into Chris Redfield earlier, so he isn't stuck there alone.

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    There is little of himself to be seen in the boy who clearly takes after his mother. He has her coloring, her soft classical features, even her muted air of melancholy, here more pronounced and freshly shaded by grief. Yet looking closely, is there not something in his bearing that reminds him of Robertus’s solemn, thoughtful gaze? Is that petal-pink, bow-shaped mouth not curiously familiar even without Simonetta’s gracious and warming smile? Even those charming, impossible to hide ears are so like his sister’s that his remaining doubts crumble and lie forgotten, and with them his ability to hold firm to neutral disinterest. It is no longer a question that this fragile young beauty is his son, and Hannibal is impatient now to bring him home as soon as possible, and equally unseemly in his sudden desire to hide Will away and allow no other watchful eyes the privilege of an unhindered view.

    Will’s parents die, and it turns out the man who raised him was not his biological father. Hannibal sees in this unexpected development an opportunity to nurture and raise his own companion and partner, in all things and in every possible sense of the word.

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    Will is Hannibal's younger brother.

    That goes about as well as you would expect.

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    Dean's life is beautiful. He wants for nothing, has the pleasure of his family and friends, and is desperately, irrevocably in love with his husband. Everything is perfect, just as it should be.

    Then he wakes up.

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    im not crying you are