オープニングですね。

Kennechenko【Slice of Life】

Please let me participate For @rerarepairmonth Week 1 - Fairytales, Domesticity/Slice of Life, On Holiday - May 1st to May 6th. ─something like poetry

He has returned to his normal life, but I have to go on a new battle. I have never seen him as a teacher. I wonder if I will ever meet him.

"I wanted to see you as a teacher, not as a guerrilla."

"You'll meet this teacher soon, because you've given me my life back."

Buddy's gaze, watching over his students with kindness yet strength, is a place that battle-weary agent long for.

Lighthearted prank <33

完全に同意します。

I want to have Alexander Kozachenko to pin me to the wall, look down at me as his eyes change from normal to that deep shade of red before forcefully kissing me.

He doesn't need words, to express his feelings.

His eyes do.

I love this expression of him so much!

I mean: look at it! In this little moment, you can see his anger, once again, taking control over his mind. This glance. It hits me everytime!

I can't describe, how much I adore this scene! It shows so much of this man's character, even without saying anything!

本当に素敵なケネチェンコ😳

beautiful Kennechenko

Domestic (Leon/Buddy fic)

This is just a really quick fic I did because the ever-awesome @annausagi2 did me some very beautiful Kennechenko pictures for Christmas, and I was at a real stuck point with everything else I’m writing (I haven’t forgotten you awesome Far Cry people!) so I decided to just peck out a fic based on one of the pictures.

さらに読む

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

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I've always thought his face was too cute, but wondered if that was just my bias.But this scene confirmed it for me. Eh... isn't he toooo pretty? This was the scene where I sensed something was

His face is so beautiful .......

I think we don't talk enough about Sasha a.k.a. Buddy, or RE: Damnation in general.

I'll make it short: If it weren't for Sasha (Buddy), Leon would have certainly died on the mission in the ESR.

It was *Sasha* who commanded the Lickers to prevent the Tyrant from delivering the final blow against Leon.

Which also makes it the first time happening; A battle between (full mutated) B.O.Ws in history of Resident Evil (Lickers vs. Tyrant).

Despite of disliking him, Sasha helped Leon to escape. And the other one did the same in return.

That's one of the reasons I love this movie so much: Enemies become allies. Without the other, there's no chance of survival.

And d*mn, Sasha is such an incredibly strong individual. Maybe I'll talk about it next time~🔥💥☀️😌

Buddy looked really sad in the scene where he shoots Ataman…

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