Alexander Aka Buddy Love Post 

RE Damnation i lovvv u happ birth

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Resident Evil: Damnation 3D/2D Blu-ray Box with Super Tyrant Figure (Limited to 5000 sets) [Blu-ray]

↓Setting material collection❤️

ダムネーションを友人から借りて見て、しばらくして買ったと思う。まだ売ってる…

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.)

W O A !! OMG! WAOW IM

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

可愛いストーリー💕

ангел снега.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 7: Snow Angels, Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko aka Buddy

Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko x Fem! Reader Summary: Angels in the snow could only mean one thing: you were going to be coming back to him soon.

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A/n: I decided to do something sweet and simple for Sasha <3 idk how the school times and whatnot work overseas, so I did go with an american school day, if that's okay ;-;

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Genre: Romance, Fluff Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluff, maybe a tid bit of angst?

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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His eyes were exhausted as he gazed down the book he was reading, the distant sound of children playing outside catching his ear every once in a while. When the bell for the school rang and signaled that it was halfway through recess, Sasha's head lifted slightly, and he glanced out the window.

Excitement filled his veins, and Sasha slowly rolled his wheelchair to stare out of the window at the playground. Snow was falling, the ground blanketed heavily and glistening in the winter sun.

Children were throwing snowballs and diving into the snow and making snow angels, and Sasha smiled gently. Snow angels could only mean one thing.

You were going to be coming home soon.

Sasha glanced down, taking out his wallet to open it up. Shoulders relaxing, Sasha couldn't help but to blush and chuckle to himself as he looked down at a picture of you, your arms around his shoulders as Sasha just rolled his eyes.

It was the day after he had been released from the hospital after Leon had shot him to kill the plagas he had infected himself with in order to fight for the independence of the Eastern Slav Republic.

While Leon had gone back to the states to continue his vacation, you had stayed behind to help the government tie up any loose ends and destroy any more B.O.W's.

However, when your time wasn't spent cleaning up Svetlana's mess, you were at the hospital and keeping him company; telling him about what was happening as he was recovering and letting him know how Svetlana's treason case was going.

He didn't know when he started to enjoy your company, when his heart stopped hurting every time he thought about Irina, when it began to race within your presence instead.

Sasha didn't know when he began to anticipate your visits and your talks or when you would take him to the public pool in the untouched parts of the city to help him with his physical therapy.

When you were called back to the US, Sasha had been devasted until about a year later. Apparently, thanks to you, Leon, and a woman named Hunnigan, bugging the DSO Director, you told him that you would be stationed in Europe every winter since the winter months tended to be a slow time for the DSO anyway.

And so, Sasha began to anticipate the winter months; the snow almost like a calling card for you. Sasha knew that when the ground glistened like diamonds, when mulled wine filled his cup, and when the scent of pine filled the air; you would be coming home to him.

The bell rang again, and Sasha was brought out of his thoughts by the children filing into the classroom. They were all talking loud, rosy cheeks and coats covered in snow, and Sasha sighed gently with a smile.

"Alright, make sure to place your coats onto the coat rack. We don't want the floor to get wet and become dangerous."

The kids all answered enthusiastically, and Sasha wheeled himself back to his desk, beginning to get his materials ready when one of his kids exclaimed with excitement.

"Miss (L/n)! Miss (L/n)!"

Sasha's gaze shot up, and there you were, his snow angel in the flesh. You were bundled up heavily, putting on a show for the kids as you took your scarf off.

"My, oh my! It's so cold out there, I think I almost froze on the way here!"

The kids laughed as they crowded around you, and Sasha was further surprised to see Leon peeking over your shoulder with a smirk, teasing you as he shook his gloves off.

"If I had known any better, I'd say you did with how bad you were shivering on the way here."

"Oh, don't listen to him, kids! He's just grumpy because I wouldn't let him drive."

Your gaze met Sasha's, and he couldn't even stop himself from smiling widely, his neck becoming hot as he blushed.

"I wasn't expecting company."

You giggled and walked around the children to pull up a stool and sit beside him, winking at him as you gave him a gift.

"I decided to save Leon from Director Simmons' excessive summons."

"She didn't even tell me where we were going until we were already in the boarding area of the airport."

Leon made a face at you before smirking at Sasha, clapping his shoulder gently.

"But, it's nice to see you, Buddy."

Sasha's heart was warm; filled to the brim with love and appreciation that his eyes became glassy, hiding the emotional tears that threatened to fall as he looked into the gift bag.

"My friends call me Sasha...if that's alright with you."

Leon grinned and one of the kids came up to the desk, exclaiming at you.

"Miss (Y/n), are you gonna do story time for us?"

The kids began to crowd you again, and you laughed loudly, Sasha unable to keep his gaze off of you as you interacted with the kids. Hell, he couldn't even be upset that the lesson he had planned was now null for the day; just happy that his snow angel was back.

You had finally come home to him again, and Sasha couldn't be more in love.

END DAY 7

In this scene, the bodies of the guerrillas are covered with cloth. I think Leon helped with Buddy's funeral It is unthinkable that Leon would stand by and watch without helping Buddy.

The place where the two men met for a brief moment, where they from the heart spoke for the first time since meeting, without anger or jokes, was a beautiful church. It is a sorry that this place, been reduced to a pile of rubble

使い方

本当に使い方がわかってない。

リブログ出来ているか目視で分からないのが凄く困る……

はじめまして。

I usually speak Japanese. 25+│I'm usually here.→https://x.com/LEOSASHA2024│I came here for Leon and Buddy. （I still don't know how to use it.）│"Like!" are mainly used to collect Buddy/Sasha or Kennechenko.│I play with figurines that look like Leon and Buddy.→crepu.net/user/KIKUGO2023

Thank you for your wonderful work❤️Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation. If I said anything rude It is unintentional because of the translation.

[OVER?] - aureatescars

[  OVER?  ]:     after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. / @aureatescars

" Shit. "

The curse follows an inelegant stumble through the door of his apartment, fingers white-knuckling around the handle as he tries to find his feet. The room swims, or maybe his head swims and there's an unpleasant roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach plus a bad taste at the back of his mouth indicating he's gone well over the respectable treshhold of what a man's supposed to consume in terms of booze for the night.

Not that he really cares. Not that anyone really seems to care. A whole week since he'd been forced to shoot his whole damn team after already having lost them once and no one'd bother to check in beyond Hunnigan telling him to take some time to get his head back on straight and the usual text from Sherry. Not even━

Well. He's only got himself to blame for that one. If Leon had bothered responding to his texts even once, maybe━

The thought wrenches at his heart in a way he doesn't really feel like dealing with right now ( or ever, really ) and Leon pushes himself forward, throwing the door shut behind him. He doesn't bother turning on the lights, doesn't bother hanging up his coat as it drops to the floor. He fumbles at the cabinets, pulling them open at random, a low noise of triumph in his throat when he finds what he's looking for. He'd been respectfully told to clear the premises at the bar he'd been drinking at, but there's no one to stop him from drinking himself into an even deeper stupor in the privacy of these four walls.

( he refuses to call it home. this isn't home. he hasn't truly been home in months )

He screws off the cap with shaking fingers, cursing again when it slips from his fingers and rolls beneath the cabinets. Doesn't matter, he thinks. He plans on finishing the rest of this bottle anyway. Except when that first swig hits his tongue and burns down his throat, he's hit with the sudden and undeniable realization that his body's had enough. His surroundings blur around him, the walls spinning at a speed he can't keep up with any longer and a stab of nausea so sharp and acute has his stomach lurch painfully and his body shudder.

Leon only barely manages to turn, the bottle slipping from his fingers and hitting the ground, before he's emptying the contents of his stomach into the kitchen sink, coughing and retching miserably.

He sinks to the floor afterwards, panting, his face and neck covered in cold sweat. A shard of glass cuts into his palm, where the neck of the bottle had broken off from impact, and the booze seeps into the fabric of his jeans, but Leon hardly notices.

He breathes, in and out, shuddering and choking on dry sobs. He has no fucking clue what he's doing anymore. No fucking clue what he wants. He only knows it's not this: teetering on that brink waiting to finally fall off and hope there's some peace to be found at the bottom.

His phone is out of his pocket before he can stop himself and when a trembling thumb hits the call button on speaker for the one person he swore to himself he'd leave alone, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he hated himself for how things had ended, he can't even find it in himself to regret it. He's already fucked up in more ways than one, what's another broken promise to the mix? It's so damn late too, fuck knows if Sasha would even answer the━

" Leon? "

There's no time to prepare against the wave of emotion constricting his chest at hearing Sasha's voice through the speaker. God, he'd missed it. Missed him, like a constant ache around his heart. His lids screw shut, throat suddenly too tight to speak or utter more than a soft whimper as tears start trickling from the corners of his eyes. His fingers tight curl around the phone as he pulls it towards his chest, and he finds his forehead resting atop his knees. " Leon, is that you? "

" Yeah, " Leon swallows around the lump in his throat and finally finds his voice, hoarse and terrible as it may sound, the slur in his words unmistakeable. " Listen, I uh, know I've no right to ask you for anything after━, " their last parting. The supposed final one. " ━ but I... I don't think I should be alone right now. 'm afraid I might do something stupid and I... I couldn't think of anyone else to━. "

" Where are you? I'm coming over. "

There's no hesitation, no anger in that still so familiar gravel, the accent just as he remembers it and Leon can't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath at the worry he hears, the care still layered through it even though Leon doesn't deserve it, shouldn't even be asking this much. But as ever, he seems just as incapable of denying Sasha; especially now, still drunk and more miserable than he's ever felt. " Uh, my place... gave you the key. 'bout an hour from where we used to... "

Used to live. Those words fail him, familiar pain stabbing through his chest again remembering everything he's given up and squandered away because he'd thought it better that way, less risky. Safer. It still would be, he knows that much, but at this point he can't really find it in himself to care. Not after everything he's been put through those past few months.

" I'll be there in fifty. Stay safe. "

" I love you, " The words spill out unbidden, in a rush, his voice low and wavering, relief and defeat warring in his gut. " I never stopped... I'm sorry. Sasha. I'm sorry. "

There's a hitch of breath on the other end, a beat of silence. Then. " I'll be there soon, Leon. I promise. "

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He somehow manages to drag himself off the floor and into the shower, dazed and drained and wondering if that call really happened, wondering what he's afraid of more. That he somehow spilled his guts in a pathetic drunken haze or that he dreamed of hearing Sasha's voice. His mind swirls with half-formed thoughts and doubts, what if Sasha had moved on. What if he'd found someone else, what if Leon really had squandered it all. What if he'd inadvertently just brought even more pain on them by doing this. By asking this selfish, selfish thing.

He's shivering, despite the warmth of the shower, the effect of the alcohol slowly waning off leaving him feeling wrung out and nauseous. He clumsily bandages the cut on his hand after half-heartedly patting himself dry and struggles into something more comfortable. He rinses his mouth and brushes his teeth.

The bed feels too empty and too large as usual as Leon curls up beneath the covers, back towards the bedroom door and it's all he can do to simply keep breathing through the mess of emotions tangling in his chest and stomach. He's so fucking tired.

He's not sure how long he simply lies there before he hears the click of the lock, the sound of footsteps. Leon tensens, fingers curling into his pillow, his eyes shutting as if bracing himself for disappointment and the sting of shame. What would Sasha even think of him now. Pale, haggard, hair still dyed darker, too lean by half. A hollow shell of that rookie he met back then.

The footsteps close in on the bedroom and then stop, that same hitching breath sounding from behind him. He hears something uttered in Russian, followed by his name breathed out like a prayer and finds himself curling up a little tighter, unable still to turn around. There's the rustle of fabric, softer steps indicating Sasha had taken his shoes off and then, the dip of the mattress, the weight of an arm around his waist and the solid heat of Sasha's body against his back as the other slips into bed with him and pulls him into an embrace like he never left. And then, that voice, soft but firm, sinking into him like a carress. " I'm here. For as long as you need me. "

It doesn't take more than that for the tension to snap, the dam to break, his body shuddering under the onslaught of emotion as he turns around and clings to Sasha like a lifeline, almost keening when he feels lips against his forehead, hands touch the back of his neck and the length of his spine. It's not even sexual, arousal about the last thing he feels even if this is a dream come true, but the fact that he hasn't been touched this gently for so long.... the fact that Sasha is offering it without hesitation or demand...

God, Leon thinks. He'd been such a fool to think that this is the part he had to give up. To delude himself into he was doing the right thing when nothing he's ever done ever seemed to make a difference anyway. Wanting to protect Sherry, only to see her in the care of the guy who turned out to be a traitor. Wanting to save people, only to have to make unnecessary sacrifices of them time and time again. Wanting to love Sasha, but letting his duty take precedence when all its ever done is chip away at pieces of his soul until there would be nothing left.

He's done. The thought solidifies in his mind until it fills him whole. It's been enough.

He sucks in a deeper breath, feeling himself calm under that determination and finally, finally allows himself to meet Sasha's eyes, lips trembling as those beautiful amber hues look back without reproach, parting around words he should have said years ago. " I want to quit. I'm ... I'm done fighting their fight. I can't do it anymore. "

Sasha's eyes widen, shock, surprise, hope warring within his gaze; a wariness too, which hurts, but which Leon can hardly blame him for. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Sasha's lips, an apology and reassurance wrapped in one, sagging in relief when Sasha kisses back. " Promise I'll repeat it tomorrow, " When sober. When he can tell Sasha he's sorry without stumbling over his words.

Right before he slips under in what promises to be the first restful night in weeks, he faintly hears I love you mumbled in a rough accent; and for the first time in a long, long time, Leon believes they'll be okay.

Dispel the Darkness

Buddy rubbed his numbing hands and cursed under his breath as he watched the first white flakes gliding down from above.

(He’s not coming.)

The thought hurt more than he would have liked to admit. He had been waiting for almost an hour now, watching the people passing by, smiling, a joyful atmosphere all around him. But Sasha wasn’t smiling. He had wanted to abandon the idea, to turn around and go home, spending the evening in the quiet confines of his apartment. But every time he had made up his mind, hope had reeled its head again, persuading him to wait for just five minutes longer. Fool that he was, he had given in all the time, always finding another excuse why the one he was waiting for hadn’t shown up yet.

But the truth dawned on him, slowly but steadily.

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下記より転載⚠️商用利用以外は転載OKとのこと（要クレジット）╱Reprinted from the link below ⚠️ Reprinting is OK except for commercial use (credit required) @eilinna1 │https://pixiv.net/users/2830352

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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&#39;s body affected him and got him a feve