RE: Damnation - в конце концов Part 2 Ouuguhgh What A Fun Ride This Was @rerarepairmonth

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Heavy Rain

Kiss Challenge [Filler]

[ Warning: Spoilers for Resident Evil 6 (mainly the Leon and Helena campaign) !!! ]

It just wasn’t Buddy’s day. Despite the weather forecast having promised sunshine and blue skies, it had been raining since the morning. That alone wouldn’t have been reason enough for the Slav’s foul mood, but since he had foolishly trusted the announcement he hadn’t brought an umbrella or raincoat with him. And it was a steady downpour. He had gotten soaked to his skin instantly. In fact he felt his clothes cling to him in most parts and his shoes had turned out to be not waterproof as well. He could still remember times long past when his shoes would have made squishing sounds while walking, although he couldn’t verify that, small relieve it brought him, being tied to this wheelchair. He practically felt like he was sitting in a puddle of rainwater. And from the looks of it, that was exactly how it was.

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#バイオハザード 【バイオハザード/英語注意】Leon×Buddy短漫2 - eilinnaのマンガ #漫画 #レオン #buddy - pixiv

This is a small comic in which the residual virus in Leon's body affected him and got him a feve

Does anyone have a full pic of it？I need more Leon Buddy……

Dark Paradise~🔥

This smell, his heartbeat~my doze~

He only belongs to me~

A fanart I drew looong ago~the little blonde boy's going to be delicious~😌😏

Just the sketch to “Summertime“, because I feel like it and have nothing else to show at the moment

Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

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I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

[repose] A story about Leon falling asleep in Buddy's bed.

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I love this rare pair! Please let me participate. @rerarepairmonth Week 1 - Fairytales, Domesticity/Slice of Life, On Holiday - May 1st to May 6th

I usually speak Japanese. I translated it using Google Translate. It's a bit strange in places, but please look at it with one eye gently. I'll fix it if I can after looking at the folds. Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation

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When he went to Buddy's house...

When he entered with the spare key, Buddy was not there and the room was empty. Leon relaxed and took off his leather jacket,

(Is he still at school...)

Well, I see.

It was exactly 2pm. He hadn't called or emailed him to say he was coming today.

The room was quiet, somewhat cluttered, and lonely.

This time's mission. Leon was not splashed with blood, so quarantine was simple. He got naked with the Army Special Forces in charge of the joint operation and only had to take a disinfectant shower over his head in a long area separated by blue tarps.

When he checked his own smell, he could still smell the strong chemicals on his skin.

Even though he had taken three showers using body soap, the chemical smell had permeated his skin and could not be removed. The smell had invaded his brain.

(Speaking of smells...)

When he smelled the smell of this house, he somehow felt calm.

They say that maggots swarm among widowers, but perhaps because Buddy is in a wheelchair, his room is always tidy, and the room smells of Buddy's lightly scented massage cream. Sometimes there is also the smell of laundry detergent.

As soon as Leon sees Buddy's bed, his feet are drawn to it almost unconsciously.

Let's rest for a bit. Just lie down and rest for a moment.

When he lies down on Buddy's bed and presses his face against the pillow, Buddy's strong smell naturally fills his nostrils and face. Buddy

is precious because he changes the sheets and covers as soon as Leon comes.

The smell of the person you love always stirs your brain and heart.

But Buddy's smell is different... how should I express it? He always spends his holidays surrounded by his smell, so Buddy's smell automatically switches him on vacation...

Leon only remembers the moment Buddy's smell filled his brain.

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The next time Leon wakes up, it is night. He

sat up and looked around the room.

Buddy was already in his pajamas, had laid the sheets on the sofa, and was about to go to sleep.

When Leon saw Buddy, his eyes met and he asked,

"Are you awake?"

"If you're back, wake me up..."

"I've prepared dinner and put it in the fridge, so you can heat it up in the microwave and eat it."

"Buddy, are you going to sleep?"

Leon was about to get up from the bed when he noticed his situation. His shoes had been taken off, and his belt and collar were loosened.

He didn't remember, but maybe he had unconsciously taken them off by himself out of habit. No way...

"Hey Buddy, did you let me take off my shoes?"

"Yeah... Was it nice? You answered normally."

"...How?"

He had no memory

of it. "When I touched your feet, you suddenly raised your head, so I told you,

'If you want to sleep here, I'll let you take off your shoes,'

and you put your head back on the pillow and said, 'Thank you,' or something. It was only for a moment, but your eyes were open."

It seemed he had responded unconsciously. I had no choice but to believe Buddy's words, which he imitated with a strong Midwestern accent.

(Thank goodness...)

I didn't have to point a gun at Buddy.

I sometimes hear about cases where people point weapons at their families the moment they wake up on their first day back from the front line.

Buddy said,

"If you don't remember, I'll say it again, but if you go to bed, please take off your bulletproof vest and shoes that don't look like a bulletproof vest.

" "...If you took them off, you could have played a prank on me while you were there."

"----"

Leon tried to hide his embarrassment by making a joke, and a nervous look of disgust appeared on Buddy's face.

(Oh no...)

Buddy is an elementary school teacher.

The joke of "pranks" that warriors, agents, and strong men and women would laugh at, but Buddy has a completely different idea.

I seem to be more tired than I thought.

"Ah, no, I just wanted to tell you that I wanted you to wake me up. Tickling me, pinching my nose, playing with me..."

"Hmm,"

Buddy replied coldly,

"Well, that's fine. If you think I'm the kind of man who gropes sleeping people's bodies, I would never have let you step over my threshold again."

"No way, that can't be true?"

Leon had intended to play a sexual prank on me, and Buddy knew about it, but it seemed like he was willing to forgive me. I'm glad he

was hanging on by a thread.

But...

I can't believe it. The agent was asleep while the teacher took off his shoes and loosened his belt and collar.

In fact, Leon woke up for a moment during that, and he has a vague memory of it. But it's just a dream memory.

"Leo, your shoes are covered in mud, so you have to take them off when you get into bed, right?"

- Saying this, the gentle, slender, white hand loosened my shoelaces. It was the

hand of a woman who knew nothing of fighting, and it didn't exist in the world that Leon knew now.

Under normal circumstances, "Professor Kozachenko" would have remained with his supple, soft hands, and would have lived a life surrounded by his wife, children and students, without ever being involved in revolution or massacres.

I wanted this gentle man to be happy. But if this world were just like that, we would never have met.

What if I dreamed about her, even though I no longer remember her?

"Did I say anything else, Professor?"

"He was mumbling."

"What could you understand?"

"Well, I was a bit... you had a strong Midwestern accent..."

You're fluent enough in American English to know that it was a Midwestern accent (although more than half of it was Leon's fault), but you're going to say "I don't understand a word"?

I heard something that I can understand, something that I'd be better off hiding.

Did I just say... "Yes, Mom"?

I want to shoot myself in the head right now.

If it was an American man or woman, they would either tease him a lot or tell him in his sleep in a silly way. They'd add something like "It was cute."

Because Buddy is an old-fashioned type who is obsessed with his reputation as a man. Leon, who is often progressive, often treats him as if he were the same as himself, and he pretends not to see or ignores any actions or behavior that he considers shameful as a man, without pointing them out. By

the way. This attitude of Buddy is also found in America, and men and women who work in jobs related to machismo often treat him like this at work.

However, it's rare in private.

I'm glad Buddy is an old-fashioned type. Even though he's always complaining about Buddy's old-fashionedness

... In reality, Leon is a man who seems advanced, but is poisoned by classical machismo.

The rural town where he grew up in his youth was hardly advanced. In the 80s, men had to be manly and women had to be feminine, or they were rumored to be gay or dykes and suspected of having mental disorders. As the saying goes, a child's character lasts a century...

Leon S. Kennedy always wants to be on the side of the protector. He wants to act cool, be seen as tough and cool, and not show his weaknesses. Especially in front of the person he likes.

He'd rather die than be seen as a mama's boy.

He has to prove his manliness.

Leon gets up, takes off his bulletproof vest, and sits on the sofa where Buddy is.

"Buddy"

"Hey, you're tired enough to fall asleep, aren't you? Why don't you go to bed quietly tonight?

" "As soon as I saw you, I was full of energy.

" "I'm tired.

" "I see..."

Leon was disappointed for a moment, then said,

"But let's sleep together in bed."

"...Okay."

Buddy tried to get up and move to his wheelchair, but Leon stopped him and picked him up. He

gently lowered Buddy's body onto the bed, not forgetting to bring the wheelchair next to him. When he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to move, he didn't want to wake Leon up or let him fall out of bed.

When Leon slid in next to Buddy, Buddy's sullen expression flashed a smile for a moment,

"I'll put you to bed."

"You're wide awake now."

"I'll read to you."

Buddy leaned back on the pillow and reached for the bedside table.

"Oh."

He's more like a mother now.

I don't want Buddy to be a mother. I want our relationship to be more immoral.

If you're awake, there's something I want you to do, not read me a book.

Leon had been grinning the whole time, but when he saw the cover of the thick book in Buddy's hand, his smile faded.

(There's no need to choose such a book...)

If the famous, world-famous "Brothers Karamazov" comes, even I can't win. I will definitely lose.

Fin.

Not all that cold

“You want anything from the sweets stand?”

Buddy looked up at Leon as if the American had just suggested to take a ride on the children’s merry-go-round – which probably was only a matter of time before he did.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Leon shrugged and strolled off, leaving Buddy and his wheelchair next to the large Christmas tree that was the literal highlight of the small Christmas market. Buddy rubbed his cold hands together as he gazed up at the sparkling electric candles that illuminated the tree. The Slav was glad that there weren’t as many people around. Not only did he enjoy the quiet, it was also much easier to navigate the narrow aisles. And although he didn’t really need Leon pushing him, when the blond had insisted right from the very beginning, Buddy couldn’t really say anything against it – he was pretty sure Leon would have done it even if Buddy would have continued complaining. Still, deep inside he was glad for the offer; his hands were freezing enough as it was, even with gloves on – which he had also borrowed from the blond. Buddy smiled to himself. He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and spoiled, but most of all he felt happiness.

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I clicked the "like" button on Buddy's article more than I could ever imagine. I'm looking forward to re-reading that "like" at my own pace💕💕💕

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