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ahmementos · 7 months

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Remember To Forget

I think at this point the retelling of RE 6 has been done in abundance but I never did it, hence this drabble.

He had been told Chris didn’t remember anything. “I think I’d remember a hot piece like yourself.” To hear Chris refer to him as a hot piece was wild.

Leon was almost regretting being sent in on the assignment. He had been assigned to guard detail for the President for so long that, after assuring the detail taking over for him was competent, he leapt at the chance to get out of the US and breathe.

“If you did, you’d realize that is not something you’d call me.” Leon tipped the whiskey glass back and swallowed down its contents. “Ever.”

Whether or not he’d like for Chris to call him that was irrelevant; Chris didn’t know who he was at that particular moment and Leon wasn’t going to pretend Chris felt that way when he was himself . He stared at the man he’d been tasked to bring back, a man the BSAA didn’t want to trigger by sending in his squad unless they absolutely had to. I’ve met him once, was Leon’s response, but he went anyway, following intel to the bar he’d heard Chris had practically been living at.

“Then losing my memory was the best damn thing for me, especially right now.” Chris had been looking him over since the conversation had been initiated, if Leon was being honest but at that moment? If Chris could have devoured him with his gaze, he would have.

Chris hadn’t shaved in at least a month and his appearance was far from the clean cut soldier he tended to present himself as. Leon couldn’t even say his disheveled appearance or the fact that he smelled like he bathed in alcohol before heading to the bar was a turn off. That said more about his own tastes than it did Chris’, didn’t it?

“And the minute you get your memory back, you will regret having those thoughts.” He wasn’t drunk, not yet, but Leon was already regretting having the thoughts he was having about a man who didn’t remember who he was, let alone who Leon was to him… which was nothing. Claire’s friend, fellow survivor of Raccoon City; that’s who Leon was.

Chris didn’t even blink. “Well you could fuck me, and see if that jogs my memory.” His eyes never left Leon’s as he took another drink. “Unless you really aren’t invested in bringing me back in like my alleged superiors want.”

“Aha.” More a statement than an actual laugh, more a deflection than an admission of desire, Leon leaned back in his chair and did his best not to lick his lips. “Even if I thought that was a good idea, you are too drunk to honestly consent to that.”

Chris tipped the bottle of whiskey against Leon’s glass and filled it up. “Then you get drunk with me,” he offered as a faulty compromise. “Then we both can make stupid choices.”

“A man who’s still too sober for his own good, trying to make a deal like that.” The glass lifted in Leon’s hand and tilted against his lips.

Chris offered a lazy half smile. “Your room or mine?”

No one drunk off their ass could ravage another person so expertly. Skilled fingers made short work of buttons and zippers on pants Calloused palms smoothed Leon’s shirt up and over his head. He knew being a functional alcoholic was possible - ask him how he knew - but Chris was making him feel like he had a lot more to learn about the title if he wanted to be the reigning DSO ‘ drunk at work and no one can tell’ champ. Either that or Chris wasn’t as drunk as he was pretending.

“I better not find out later-” Leon tried to speak but the mouth back on his silenced further protest. He didn’t want to find out later that Chris was faking being drunk because that meant he went along with this game willingly, because he wanted to fuck him. The affair was only okay if it meant nothing.

The neon sign just outside the window illuminated Chris’ face when he pulled back. “Stop thinking,” he whispered, words spoken against Leon’s jaw and brushed against the shell of Leon’s ear.

All Leon could do was nod; every one of his senses were being overloaded by a man he wasn’t sure was even drunk.

Chris told him to stop thinking but all Leon could do was think, think about the real reasons why he jumped at the chance to come try to save someone he only met once . Obligation to Claire, obligation to the country, or was it because meeting Chris Redfield one time had the man on his brain more times than he cared to admit? Ultimately, he wanted to know how those rough work worn hands felt against his skin, against each and every scar his own line of work had given him. As Chris’ fingers mapped along a healed over bullet wound on his shoulder, he could confirm it felt amazing.

“This your first?” The strength that Chris expended to hoist Leon up on the bare topped dresser was impressive, him sliding between Leon’s parted thighs even more so. “With a guy?”

Leon answered by hoisting a leg up so that his hand could make contact with the pockets and slap a packet of lube against his chest. “No.”

Every inch closer Chris pressed against him was almost too much, and the sight of him tearing into a packet of lube with his teeth was even more so. “Always prepared or were you hoping it’d go this way?”

Like the good little whore he’d been told he was on more occasions than he cared to count, he answered with more of a moan than he wanted to. “Always prepared.” Words breathed out when slicked fingers slipped inside him. “Not complaining that it’s going this way, though.”

“Are we enemies?” Chris’ words were hushed against Leon’s skin as he worked him open with a gentleness that was what Leon expected from the boy scout, but not from the amnesiac rough around the edges man he’d found at the bar. “Battle buddies? Wingmen? Am I dick deep in pussy when I’m not out saving the world instead of between these perfect fucking thighs?”

“None of the above, s’far as I know.” Leon shook his head, then let it fall back against the wall. “If you ever thought about me like this, you kept that shit to yourself.”

Chris slowly withdrew his fingers. “I don’t guess amnesia stops the body’s natural desires.” The space wasn’t left empty for long, just long enough to slick up his cock and gently press inside. “If my old memories come back and erase this, remind me I said that shit about being between your thighs.”

Leon bit down on his bottom lip until Chris’ mouth offered assistance in muffling his unwanted noises. One of two things was going to happen. Getting off inside his tight ass was going to jog his memory or he was never going to remember this shit happened thanks to alcohol and Leon was never going to bring it up. His nails sunk into Chris’ back, both out of response to the pace picking up and also to the thought of giving any of it up.

If there was ever a moment Leon wished was at the bottom of every bottle he crawled into, it was that one. He wanted every empty bottle of whiskey to lead to Chris Redfield being between his thighs, every last drop following every last orgasm the man could wrench out of his body by simply tilting his hips just right as he thrust deep inside.

“The me you know is an idiot.” He wanted the amnesiac Chris to sit down with real Chris and make fucking a normal part of their daily routine.

Leon wanted to declare the Leon that Chris currently knew was the bigger idiot, getting tipsy enough to fuck without a second thought, but he was too busy thanking that same idiot for disregarding the moral implications of the scenario. He just held on tighter, met Chris’ thrusts with his own, and let the world spiral away…

Leon was gone before morning. “Look he doesn’t remember me enough to click anything into place for him, okay?” He wasn’t comfortable leaving his post with the President for long and he was definitely running from the case of feelings and emotions he caught with those warm arms curled around him in the middle of the night. “You can probably send the BSAA team in and it would work better.”

“ He didn’t even remember you from the Terrasave party?”

He spoke softly as he crossed the airport towards his departing flight home. “I did what I could but he definitely did not remember me. He didn’t remember you either, Claire.”

“He’s an asshole like that, I guess.”

“All it proves is that we all spend too much time doing our jobs and not enough time being with the people we care about.” Leon sucked at pep talks and cheering people up. Claire knew this. The fact that she was still sitting on the phone pretending he had some magical phrase to make it all better was telling of how upset she was. “Tell BSAA he’s probably softened enough to take whatever intervention they have planned.”

“You make it sound like you fucked him into complacency.”

“A spy never tells his tactics and trade secrets.” He was glad the phone didn’t convey the blush he knew was spreading across his cheeks. “I have to board, Claire. Send the BSAA in. He’ll come around-”

“I want a big party, a real party, when whatever the hell this mess is gets cleared up.”

“Whatever you want,” he promised. Always the needs of others, never his own. His own needs would’ve had him saying to hell with the President and staying until Chris came around. His own needs would’ve insisted Chris come back with him and they’d sort the amnesia out later.

Claire wanted a party. The President wanted his topman back on the job. Whatever Leon wanted was irrelevant.

“So Ada’s not dead.”

Leon had been doing his best to avoid Chris as much as possible since the missions got entwined. “No… she’s definitely not dead.” Now the man was blocking his escape from the med tent he’d just been checked out in. “I’m sorry about Piers.”

Chris nodded and took a step closer, but didn’t quite crowd Leon's space. “He was a good soldier who deserved better,” was all he said on the matter, quietly and solemnly.

“We all deserve better.” Leon stared at the table and his hands flat against it, anything so he didn’t have to look at Chris.

“I was going to retire after this mission,” Chris confessed, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke on a subject he wasn’t sure Leon cared about. “I remembered a guy I ran into when my head was a mess that I wanted to hunt down. He had the most perfect thighs-”

Leon definitely couldn’t look at him after that omission. “I’m supposed to say it was a mistake and that we were drunk and apologize, right?” His breath caught in his throat as Chris crossed the distance between them. “If you’re asking about Ada-”

Chris’ hand was so gentle as it tugged Leon’s chin in his direction so he was forced to give him eye contact. “Only if you and Ada are an item and you were off having drunk affairs instead of actively giving in to something you wanted.”

“Ada is complicated but I wasn’t running from her that night.” Leon’s eyes slowly shut as he leaned into Chris’ touch. “You’re going to a joint operation after this, hm?”

“I’ll be gone long enough for us both to think about where we might go from here.”

“When do you leave?”

“Twelve hours.”

Leon’s hand slid down Chris’ chest, fingers left to hook around belt loops. “Twelve hours is a long time.” His other hand slipped into his pants pocket and pulled out a key card for his booked hotel for the night. “Plenty of time to shower and decompress from one of the longest goddamn missions on record, if you want my professional opinion.”

“Your opinion is the only one I want to hear right now.” He sealed the deal with a kiss, long and deep, his own hand wrapping possessively around Leon’s hand and the keycard that promised one night of bliss before it all went to shit again for both of them.

#Chreon #Leon Kennedy #Chris Redfield #Resident Evil #My fic #Aggressive negotiations

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southern-stark · 9 months

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Aggressive Negotiations

My Mando OC, Elayne, having a “civil” conversation with some rather friendly pirates.

[Artwork done by Rowan on Instagram]

#star wars #star wars art #star wars fanart #star wars ocs #star wars oc #digital art #clone wars #star wars rebels #star wars the clone wars #the mandolarian #mandalorian oc #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #Elayne Sayall #aggressive negotiations #just a friendly little shootout

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go-see-a-starwar · 8 months

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Enjoying my top posts right now

#he is indeed grown up #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #the last man #aotc #aggressive negotiations

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politicalpadme · 2 years

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PadMay Day Fourteen:

Galaxy of Heroes

Reblog/Post and tag #PadMay2022

#padmay2022 #galaxy of heroes #padmé amidala #aggressive negotiations #padmayprompts

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funkylittlelibrarian · 2 years

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If Vin was just a LITTLE more like Kelsier, she and Elend would be the perfect genderswapped Anakin and Padmè, lol.

#Aggressive negotiations #Lots of murder #Paranoid about their loved one dying #Politician and chosen one #star wars #mistborn #vin venture #elend venture #anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala

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maesonc-artistic-adventures · 6 months

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Negotiations.

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kyberblade · 10 months

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That’s the difference between Din and others.

Whenever he’s asked about the saber he says, “Whoever wields it can lead all of Mandalore.”

Everyone else says rule. Totally different mindset.

#i said something #din djarin #the mandalorian #i just think he’s neat #you’re doing amazing sweetie #shiny space cowboy #my shiny little diplomat #king of shiny aggressive negotiations #aggressive negotiations but make it shiny

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chamerionwrites · 1 year

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Absolutely living for this drag of one of my least favorite TCW episodes (and arguably by extension the whole show, since I would argue it's a continuing pattern):

"There’s a core metaphor for Clone Wars, right? This is the thing we’ve talked about so many times - and for the prequels. Lucas is not afraid of this. The Galactic Republic is the United States of America, slipping towards authoritarianism and fascism. It is a republic that has failed to serve its constituency, it has failed to serve the people that live there, it is filled with corrupt bureaucrats and moneyed interests, and - it’s unfortunate but the fact is that powerful people here can slowly push this even further towards the kind of centralized control under the hands of a few people who are absolutely politically and morally repugnant, until it gets transformed into what ends up being an empire. Right? That is the thing that happens in the prequel movies. But, here, the signifiers of the American empire - Agent Orange, napalm, the ways in which homes are searched in the beginning - are not deployed by the Republic. They’re deployed by the Republic’s enemies! It’s similar, in some ways, to the way that recent Call of Duty re-used the Highway of Death, rubbed America’s name off of it, and put Russia’s name on it. Obviously there’s a difference here, we're not literally talking about America and Russia, but that’s the same sort of like - we want to play with these ideas, but it doesn’t work if the Republic is the occupying force in this story (they say to themselves). Instead, let’s make it the Separatists who are our cartoonish bad guys. But when the bad guys are so cartoonish as to be identical to the boogeymen that the actual empire in our real world cooks up so that they can justify their imperial attitudes and actions, then the metaphor unravels."

--Austin Walker, A More Civilized Age (Episode 8)

#*chef's kiss*#extremely validating podcast #they're not even as mean about that show as i would be but they're also among the only people who talk sense about it #aggressive negotiations #my separatist feels #star wars #this was one of two eps that made me rage-quit the first season before my eventual 2020 tcw hatewatch so i'm delighted lol #my posts

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slythereen · 6 months

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ferrari and vasseur behavior post charles podium have been strange

fred... he's a mysterious lil fella recently isn't he. like. i used to have faith in him backing charles up. now i'm like 🤨 half the time. sure, he defended charles re: the turn 1 incident, but i think his and christian's responses on it might have been about equally supportive/defensive of charles. which. is crazy when you think about it

but it's really, really weird that they're being sort of bland when like... i'm pretty sure this is charles' first time being booed like that? has he ever been booed? sure, not being right at the front of the podium ceremony might not have been their fault, it looked like there were some ferrari mechanics in the crowd too after all, but... you'd expect them to be a bit more all over him after the podium/presser. maybe they were and it just wasn't on social media, but ferrari were quiet about the booing from what i recall and idk it just seems like maybe they should be doing more hyping in the after math.

or maybe i'm just cynical and expect too much / am not giving them enough credit. charles just seemed a lil down about it and that is an injustice ferrari should be tripping over themselves to fix, in my humble opinion

#now i want to go check their interviews and compare answers #i remember being underwhelmed by the interview response #f1 #*oracles #ferrari civil war 2023 #rbr charles #the agenda is present and there #charles to rbr would explain some of the oddness of it all #maybe contract negotiations are not going well / charles has been more aggressive on what he wants than expected idk #mexico gp 2023

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desireandduty · 1 year

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Starter for @corruptedforce

One year. 365 days. That's how long the galaxy had been at war. While she was cognizant of this depressing fact, Padmé would rather give her attention to something else that had happened a year earlier. Something much happier, more hopeful, and far more personal. Although at this present moment, she was feeling as much exasperation as she was joy. Today was their first wedding anniversary, and even though he had been given five days leave time, her dolt of a husband had re-deployed himself. To Cato Nemoidia of all places. With its gloomy, misty atmosphere, it wasn't the most romantic of locations, but at least it was relatively safe. As in it was not currently an active battleground.

She had no idea if he had done this intentionally (she doubted it) or if with his background, he simply didn't understand the importance of an anniversary (more likely.) Whatever the reason may be, she didn't want to celebrate over hologram. Plus, she remembered a conversation they'd had months ago where he'd told her that he'd like it if she came to visit him out on the front sometime. That was enough of an incentive for Padmé to clear her schedule for the next three days and begin making plans to fly out to Cato Nemoidia to see him.

After pulling a few strings, she'd managed to learn that Anakin's legion was encamped in the forest outside the city. Although she had never been camping in her life, she was undeterred. The information did make her pack warmer, more practical clothing and acquire her own sleeping bag (which, according to the shop owner, was meant for two.) She also brought with her some more practical supplies for them and the camp: fresh meat, fruits and vegetables.

Now, as she landed her starship in a clearing near the camp where the other trooper carriers were parked and stepped out into the cool, misty air, she was very glad she'd dressed and packed as warmly as she did. The only thing left to do was figure out where Anakin actually was. Pulling her fur-lined cloak more tightly around her, she followed the trail into the forest, eyes searching for any sign of tents until-

"Halt! Who goes there?" All of a sudden, she heard the sound of a blaster cocking from somewhere above her. Right. She hadn't exactly told him she was coming...

Slowly, she reached up and pulled back the hood of her cloak. "Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo. I'm here to see General Skywalker," she said, looking up into the forest canopy where she could now barely make out the face of the trooper who had spoken to her.

#{corruptedforce}#{ft: anakin skywalker}#{verse: aggressive negotiations}#you bet your ass she is wearing a variation of her 2D Clone Wars snow bunny outfit

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tomorrowusa · 8 months

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The apologists for Putin's Russia – both Trumpsters and tankies – say that Ukraine must "negotiate" an end of Putin's illegal invasion.

Those folks are either oblivious to Russia's recent history of negotiations or are intentionally ignoring that history for political reasons.

In the years leading up to Russia's full-scale invasion of Ukraine, diplomats lost their authority, their role reduced to echoing the Kremlin's aggressive rhetoric. BBC Russian asks former diplomats, as well as ex-Kremlin and White House insiders, how Russian diplomacy broke down.

This was four month's before the invasion.

In October 2021, US Undersecretary of State Victoria Nuland went to a meeting at the Russian foreign ministry in Moscow. The man across the table was Russia's Deputy Foreign Minister Sergei Ryabkov, who Ms Nuland had known for decades and always got along with. Mr Rybakov's American counterparts saw him as a practical, calm negotiator - someone they could talk to even as the two countries' relationship frayed. This time, things were different. Mr Ryabkov read Moscow's official position from a piece of paper and resisted Ms Nuland's attempts to start a discussion. Ms Nuland was shocked, according to two people who discussed the incident with her. She described Mr Ryabkov and one of his colleagues as "robots with papers", the people said (the State Department declined to comment on the incident). And outside the negotiating room, Russian diplomats were using increasingly undiplomatic language. "We spit on Western sanctions." "Let me speak. Otherwise, you will really hear what Russian Grad missiles are capable of." "Morons" - preceded by an expletive. These are all quotes from people in positions of authority at the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs in recent years.

If you are thinking that this doesn't sound like serious negotiating, you are entirely correct.

This attitude didn't begin in 2021, it's been ongoing since at least 2007.

The first signal that a new Cold War was beginning came in 2007 with a speech Mr Putin made to the Munich Security Conference. In a 30-minute diatribe, he accused Western countries of attempting to build a unipolar world. Russia's diplomats followed his lead. A year later, when Russia invaded Georgia, Moscow's Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov reportedly swore at his UK counterpart, David Miliband, asking: "Who are you to lecture me?" Western officials still thought it was worth trying to work with Russia. In 2009, Mr Lavrov and the then-US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton pressed a giant red "reset button" in relations, and the two countries seemed to be building co-operation - especially on security issues. But it soon became obvious to US officials that their Russian counterparts were simply parroting Mr Putin's growing anti-Western views, says Ben Rhodes, deputy national security advisor to former US President Barack Obama. Mr Rhodes recalls President Obama having breakfast with Mr Putin in 2009, accompanied by a folk orchestra. He says Mr Putin was more interested in presenting his view of the world than discussing co-operation and that the Russian leader blamed Mr Obama's predecessor, George W Bush, for betraying Russia. As the Arab Spring, the US involvement in Libya, and the Russian street protests unfolded in 2011 and 2012, Mr Putin decided that diplomacy wouldn't get him anywhere, Mr Rhodes says. "On certain issues - Ukraine in particular - I did not get the sense that [diplomats] had much influence at all," says Mr Rhodes.

The arrival of Maria Zakharova as spokesperson for Russia's Foreign Ministry in 2015 signaled another deterioration in diplomacy.

[W]ith Ms Zakharova's arrival, foreign ministry briefings became a spectacle. Ms Zakharova often yelled at reporters who asked her difficult questions and responded to criticism from other countries with insults. Her diplomatic colleagues were going the same way. Mr [Boris] Bondarev, who used to work for Moscow's mission to the UN in Geneva, recalls one meeting where Russia blocked all proposed initiatives, prompting colleagues from Switzerland to complain. "We said to them: 'Well, what's the problem? We are a great power, and you are just Switzerland!' "That's [Russian] diplomacy for you," he says.

Getting back to the eve of the invasion. (emphasis added)

Mr Bondarev recalls a dinner in Geneva in January 2022 when Mr Ryabkov, from the foreign ministry, met US officials. US First Deputy Secretary of State Wendy Sherman hoped to avert the invasion of Ukraine through 11th-hour negotiations. "It was awful," says Mr Bondarev. "The Americans were like, 'Let's negotiate.' And instead Ryabkov starts shouting, 'We need Ukraine! We won't go anywhere without Ukraine! Take all your stuff and go back to the 1997 [Nato] borders!' Sherman is an iron lady, but I think even her jaw dropped at this. "[Ryabkov] was always very polite and really nice to talk to. And now he's banging his fist on the table and talking nonsense."

The war hasn't changed things.

Ukrainian authorities complain that Russia is once again offering ultimatums instead of compromises, such as demanding that Ukraine accepts the annexation of occupied territories. Kyiv has no intention to negotiate under such conditions, and its Western allies publicly support this decision. Russia seems set on relying on its military machine, intelligence services and geo-economic power for influence - rather than diplomacy.

Some people won't like hearing this, but the only way to end this war is militarily.

Judy Dempsey is a nonresident senior fellow at Carnegie Europe and editor in chief of Strategic Europe. At Carnegie Europe she writes:

Negotiations can only begin if Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelensky is in a strong enough position to set the terms. Those terms are not just about restoring Ukraine’s territorial integrity. They are about ensuring that Russia does not attack or threaten Kyiv again. An end to the war is about ending Russia’s imperial ambitions in this part of Europe. [ ... ] It is not enough for leaders and defense ministers to say ad nauseam that they will support Ukraine “for as long as it takes” or that Ukraine must win. How is that going to happen if the country is not provided with the essential military equipment? And if there are mutterings in some Europeans capitals and in Washington that the Ukrainian offensive has not been quick enough or effective enough, the reason is that Ukraine lacks the military support to achieve it. [ ... ] The war is a test for Europe in particular and the West in general. It is about security, conviction, and trying to uphold values based on the pursuit of democracy. Ultimately, that’s what the Ukrainians are fighting for. A fudged compromise will damage the West and appease—indeed embolden—Russia and its supporters.

Exactly. This is not just an unprovoked war against Ukraine, it's a war against the West and liberal democratic values.

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