#bandit/jäger

[askjager]

I’m making my own waffles from now on. ~ Marius

#ask me anything #ask me stuff #marius streicher #r6s jäger #r6siege #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege jäger #r6s bandit #bandit x jäger #bandit/jäger #dominic brunsmeier

[kiruuuuu]

Siege the Valentine's, Day 11 💘

Hi all, you know the drill, follow @dualrainbow for more events like these and so you don't miss a single entry 😁 Thank you again to all the people organising this and thank you also to the participants!

My entry is a wholesome one (for once) about how Bandit and Jäger go on a date, but not really. I hope you enjoy it!! (Bandit/Jäger, Rating T, fluff, ~3.7k words)

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“You better dress up for our date later.”

Bandit looks up only once his shoe is lightly kicked and greets his teammate with a wide grin, noticing how Rook’s head in the background whips around at the statement. “Rented a tux for you, babe. You better follow… suit.”

He earns a very satisfying groan and an eye roll, warranting no further questions from Jäger himself, though prompting IQ to lean over. “What are your plans for today?”

“Let’s see…” Bandit glances at the other man to check he’s not forgetting anything. “Early film, of course the most romantic one we could find, then a candle light dinner at an Italian place near the sports park, and if I play my cards right, it’ll turn into a sleepover with benefits.”

“Nice.” IQ nods in appreciation. “Learnt your lesson last year, huh?”

Bandit has long noticed they hold all the attention belonging to an increasingly confused-looking Rook who’s trying his best not to stare, so he hams it up even more. “Yeah, eating dinner first and then going to the cinema was a nightmare, we had to beg the waiter to rush our food even though they were swamped because the old couple who stole our table just wouldn’t leave and Marius was cranky the entire time. We only barely made the film and were too stressed out for any… other activities afterwards. Unlike today, hopefully.” He winks at Jäger and receives a sincere nod in return.

“I was in favour of just staying home and making some food ourselves, but he vetoed that. Vehemently.”

“Look, it would’ve been fine if you were still in your pickled phase, but fermentation?” Bandit makes a face in IQ’s direction. “You don’t want to know how much kimchi I’ve had to try in the last months. And those salty half-alcoholic fruits that never turned out right -”

“The kimchi was fine”, Jäger insists, getting huffy, “you’re just mad because I refused to make beer for you.”

“Absolutely no reason to just leave food lying around until it gets kinda mouldy. I don’t even like sauerkraut.”

“Soy sauce is fermented, actually, and you might as well drink the stuff with how -”

“You’re going on a date?”

It just burst out of Rook – even he seems appalled at his sudden interjection yet his curiosity must burn too bright for he does not recant his question. Instead, his eyes dart between them, seeking a specific reaction, a revealing sign, anything.

“Yeah”, Bandit replies easily, “just one of many, you know.” He doesn’t need to look to know Jäger nods in confirmation. IQ probably does as well.

“So…”

No way he’s letting him off the hook like that. Instead of picking up on Rook’s non-verbal implication, Bandit simply raises his brows expectantly and waits. He’s going to make him say it.

After he’s fidgeted uncomfortably for a few seconds, he finally blurts out: “So you two are dating.”

IQ throws him a pitying look. He’s not the first and he won’t be the last, and this whole thing is part of why Bandit enjoys days like Valentine’s so much. His smirk is overly smug yet he makes no effort to reign it in. “Of course we’re not. Never have, never will. What makes you think that?”

And he just soaks up the mixture of bemusement and annoyance radiating from the young Frenchman.

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He’d be hard pressed to remember all the details from their first ‘date’, though some aspects preserved themselves illegally in his mind: when he pictures it, all he sees is a lanky, withdrawn nerd who grimaces every time anyone mentions Christmas around him, so Bandit naturally did what he always does. He pokes and prods and rubs it in until he finally gets a straight answer out of his current object of curiosity, and the one they called Jäger admitted his long-term boyfriend recently broke up with him so now all their plans for the festive season were nullified, leaving him devoid of company. And hey, what a coincidence, Bandit’s then-girlfriend (not for much longer, obviously) had just accepted an invitation to her horribly backward, racist and homophobic family’s party and he’d been looking for a good excuse to ditch her.

So they did the most stereotypical shit they could come up with, watched Die Hard and ate potato salad and drank too much beer until Jäger passed out on his couch, and then they proceeded to not interact with each other for a long time. The chance never really came up, is the thing, and Bandit did an undercover gig and Jäger was sent somewhere else after and then a year had passed and Bandit asked for his plans for Christmas with a tongue-in-cheek comment, referring to the previous year and expecting a laugh and to be shot down (like Jäger usually does when it comes to social events with people he doesn’t know well, Bandit is aware and stopped inviting him without changing anything else about their conversations which somehow seemed to put Jäger at ease) – except Jäger is the one who suggests they celebrate Christmas like the Japanese and get KFC together.

And as a casual acquaintanceship slowly blooms into something more, they involuntarily learn a variety of things about each other. Bandit’s habit of putting a cigarette behind his ear, losing it almost immediately and complaining loudly while he calculates how much that single cancer stick cost him. Jäger’s preferences in food, which are as cryptic as they are manifold: sometimes he rejects dishes for consistency, sometimes for colour, sometimes for reasons unknown to everyone including him, and Bandit forgets them all the second Jäger divulges them which turns out to be fine as they keep changing from month to month anyway. Jäger tries futilely to convince him not to buy a new motorcycle whenever the urge overtakes him, and they inevitably end up tuning it together.

Eventually, Jäger readily offers advice whenever Bandit describes whoever he’s flirting with at that point, and Bandit talks a little about his night terrors (though not sober, he needs to be dead drunk, meaning the opportunity presents itself quite often), and Jäger laments his difficulties in finding anyone with whom he’s comfortable enough to start a relationship, and the two of them swap work stories that leave them the unhealthy flavour of desolate. But it’s either Bandit’s dry sarcasm or Jäger’s genuine enthusiasm about his current fixation that allows them to move on, and then one year, everyone brags about their perfect Valentine’s date, so naturally, Bandit and Jäger name each other as their Valentine’s. They go ice skating and Bandit ends up with a bloody nose and nearly a finger less than before and they conclude that next time, they’d rather do something more romantic.

It just escalates from there. Though they do spend significant holidays with their families or, rarely, their partners whenever possible, more often than not something comes up and they just celebrate together. By the time they can’t remember how long they’ve been friends they’re leaning into it all the way, sipping sickly-sweet cocktails on Christmas while slagging Hallmark-like films shown on TV, mocking the many advertisements in between to the point where Jäger is red in the face and can’t breathe anymore.

(When Bandit finds out Jäger is following him into Rainbow, he ends up crying. Could be all the gin and tonic, who knows, could be the relief of knowing he’ll have someone who has his back no matter what, but he knows he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been pissed, and he certainly wouldn’t have done it had he known Jäger would mirror him. It’s not – not a sob fest or anything, they don’t cling to each other shedding tears of joy, it’s just annoyingly wet and a pain to wipe away of which he does a bad job of hiding while Jäger gets some tissues for himself, and they quickly change the topic afterwards.)

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“I don’t actually know which film we’re seeing.” Jäger bounces on his heels in impatience, eyes darting around the lobby trying to find the poster that reveals whichever kitsch Bandit might’ve picked.

“You’re remarkably calm about that.” He’s busy operating the vending machine responsible for dispensing reserved tickets, a blessing as far as Bandit is concerned – he doesn’t need to talk to a human being and the poor cashiers don’t have to deal with his sorry attitude. “When I was sixteen, Ced invited my girlfriend and me to a double date and kept the film a secret. It turned out to be some fucked-up gory horror flick. I think I still have the scars from where my girlfriend clawed into my arm while trying not to scream.”

Jäger scoffs. “I would’ve dumped you for that.”

“Even though it wasn’t my fault?”

“No, because you probably laughed at her and brought it up at every opportunity. You told me how you were at sixteen.”

There’s no arguing there. Bandit grins and snatches the printed-out tickets before Jäger can sneak a peek. “I did, and she did dump me. Now she’s working as an accountant and has like three kids, so who really lucked out in the end?” His companion opens his mouth. “Don’t answer that. Let’s go.”

In true date night fashion, Jäger links his arm with Bandit’s and they meander through the floors together, commenting on a few cardboard cutouts and which one they’d put up in their homes if they had to choose. Eventually, Jäger voices a sudden oh! and yanks Bandit to a halt so abruptly he nearly drops the popcorn they’re going to share. “It’s this one, isn’t it.” He points to a pink-framed, mellow poster picturing a woman beaming up at a man at sunset. “This is the worst one I’ve seen so far. What is it called? Building a Bridge to Cloud Nine? Seriously?”

“That doesn’t sound OSHA-compliant.”

“If it’s about a career-oriented woman who falls in love with a builder, I’m walking out.”

“I bet it’s a really sexy quantity surveyor. His catchphrase is ‘let me survey your quantity’.”

Jäger beams at him with an amused and delighted expression not unlike the one displayed by the actress on the poster, and for a brief second, Bandit is filled with the sudden epiphany of this is exactly what I want. Followed by a derisive mental sneer, of course, because he’s far from being the romantic type – quite the opposite. Still, he can’t deny that he craves intimacy, however shape it eventually takes, and he’s secretly glad he didn’t actually choose a film that would fuel this particular desire.

Why can’t it ever be easy? Why is it always complicated, draining, requiring constant work and mental resources, why is being in a relationship so goddamn hard? Bandit has tried, couldn’t even count the attempts if he wanted, and there was always a wall they hit, sooner rather than later. He’s been accused as selfish, withdrawn, brooding, even his therapist complained about him not opening up enough. He doesn’t see why it’s necessary. There are people in his life who know enough about him so that nobody else needs to, like Blitz. Like Jäger.

Why can’t it ever be as easy as with Jäger? They settle into the loveseat like it’s the most natural thing in the world (and it was only last year that Jäger booked one for kicks for the first time though it turned out to be much more comfortable than they expected), and, because it’s Valentine’s and they have to keep the theme going, Bandit puts an arm around him and Jäger laughs but cuddles up to him and the point is making everyone around them think they’re a couple anyway. The gangly nerd is flexible enough to sit cross-legged and it almost feels like they’re just at home on the couch watching something in private. Very cosy.

The cosiness is only briefly diminished when a series of gruesome deaths happen on screen as a building collapses, impaling someone with a steel bar while someone else’s head gets squished between two concrete blocks. Jäger turns to him with a glint in his eye. “Is this the new Final Destination?!”, he whispers. His delight only grows when Bandit nods with a smirk. “I love them! They’re terrible.”

They are. Bandit figured there’s no better film to watch on the day of love than this schlock and, judging by Jäger’s thinly-veiled excitement, he’s not alone in this opinion. He pushes away his musings about relationships and the likes and leans back to enjoy the grisly spectacle.

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“- look, just stop me if you don’t care about this stuff, but I need to tell someone how wrong they got it”, Jäger blabbers, still exhilarated from the film, “because buildings don’t work like that. Not the one they chose, anyhow, there’s not just… air between the floors, there’s wiring and -”

Though it’s the last thing Bandit wants to do, he interrupts his companion with a gentle: “I think you should order.” He’s already conveyed his choice of food and drink through a series of subtle pointing, acknowledged by the amused waitress with a nod as they’re both subjected to one of Jäger’s famous rants. It usually takes every new person in the engineer’s life about two to three months before they get to witness one since he watches himself carefully around casual acquaintances, which means most people experience him as a friendly and modest co-worker with no noteworthy eccentricities.

But once he’s thawed enough and one of his current pet peeves is brought up (they change depending on his current fixation), there’s no stopping him. He’s never angry, just passionate, with an overwhelming urge to share his grievances with anyone willing to listen, and they’re always factually flawless. Bandit couldn’t name half the topics on which he became an unwitting expert purely by existing around Jäger for so long.

When he loses his train of thought, however, is distracted or interrupted by anything, Jäger deflates instantly and requires a few sincere prompts to start up again. And as much as Bandit loves listening to him, he is quite hungry.

The peppy waitress, who takes it in stride and seems to find the whole thing extremely cute, helps Jäger pick something with no fuss and promises them a short wait time despite the busy restaurant. Seems like they chose well, the service is fast and friendly and the other customers appear satisfied with their dishes.

Jäger comes to the same conclusion and comments: “Nice place. How’d you find it?”

“They offer a discount for couples today.” Bandit winks at him, making him laugh.

“Do I need to start calling you ‘babe’ now so we don’t strain your wallet too much?”

“Oh I think we’re plenty convincing already.” From the few glances and smiles they’ve earned between entering the restaurant and now, he’s sure they have everyone fooled. “We’re like an old married couple who managed to keep the magic alive and still go on dates together.”

His friend shrugs. “We might as well be.”

Yeah. It’s not that far from the truth with how much time they spend in each other’s presence. “Alright, so back to the structural integrity of an office building”, he changes topics and Jäger’s face lights up instantly.

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“Don’t be ridiculous”, Bandit grumbles as they walk arm in arm through the brightly-lit and pink-clad shopping centre as a shortcut to his car. It’s already dark and though they’ve got to work the next day, they’ve both decided on watching another film in Jäger’s apartment to conclude their ‘date’.

“I don’t make the rules – I get the bill, I’m the top.”

Outraged, he tries to nudge Jäger into a potted plant but his companion merely spins them around it, laughing. “I’ve always gotten the bill before. Every waiter and waitress we’ve had decided I’m the top, the outlier today means nothing.”

“Maybe she just wanted to show her support of top twinks who are as vocal in bed as they are in conversation.”

“Or she didn’t like me and wanted to piss me off.”

“Or she wanted to introduce you to new opportunities, you know. She figured we’d discuss it and I’d get a chance to say I’ve secretly wanted to top you for years now but didn’t know how to bring it up -”

“Marius, you’re so experienced I’d let you top me in a heartbeat if you asked.”

Jäger is about to retort when a blonde woman with a camera addresses them, and Bandit is almost glad for the distraction. While they’ve talked about plenty of sexual escapades before, it was never really about them and something about it made him… uneasy. As if they’re toeing some kind of line. Which is nonsense, they’ve been close friends for so long now that if anything was going to happen between them, it’d have happened years ago, they know too much about each other.

“Sorry to bother you”, the young woman says, eyeing them with a smile, “I’m a freelance photographer and I’m working on a personal project featuring couples of all races and genders – would it be alright if I took a photo of you two?”

The option of correcting her doesn’t even enter Bandit’s mind. He flashes her a winning grin and drags Jäger to a more favourable position next to him. “Of course, go ahead. Today is probably the perfect day for your project, hm?”

“I don’t really like having my picture taken”, Jäger mutters in protest but lets Bandit move him around anyway.

“Babe, you always look camera-ready.” The two of them exchange a look, Bandit innocently smiling and Jäger with a dark scowl, which is exactly when the woman photographs them. “Wait, take another one, you didn’t catch his beautiful smile.”

Somehow, this does not seem to lighten Jäger’s mood. The woman, being a professional, seems to sense his discomfort with presenting himself for other people and opts for a different tactic: “Do you want to try kissing?”

Hell yeah. This will make for a fantastic story tomorrow and even more in-jokes between the two of them, so Bandit doesn’t even think twice about it. He catches sight of a raised eyebrow and curled lips and assumes Jäger is once again reading his mind, as he always does when Bandit is up to his shenanigans, and then he’s already pulled the other man to his chest and locked lips with him. They barely manage a proper kiss at first because Jäger pulls away as soon as Bandit’s tongue touches him, but when Bandit quietly calls him a chicken, Jäger returns with a vengeance. Fully aware of their audience, they violently snog while refusing to allow each other the upper hand and Bandit has to exert immense self-control not to burst out into laughter. He’d love it if they made it into some sort of exhibition among all kinds of other couples with this.

And then he notices he’s wrapped both arms tightly around the other man, and Jäger’s hands are sneaking into his biker jacket to stroke over his sides, and somehow…

It’s not the same, kissing Jäger versus kissing anyone else, though he’s not really sure why. He’s a good kisser, now that the initial playfighting has turned into something more cooperative, and he smells nice, and the faux fur of his jacket is tickling Bandit’s cheek, and their lips are moving against each other like they’ve done it a thousand times before, and this kiss has lasted a long time already, they should probably stop. No use in milking it any further. They got their material, time to move on.

Jäger’s tongue curls against his own and he’s left wondering why it’s so good to feel him in his arms like this, why it felt so good to spend a whole film with Jäger snuggled up to him, why he couldn’t stop smiling as Jäger pointed out all the flaws afterwards, and there’s really only one explanation for all this, the only one that makes sense, and then somebody wolf-whistles them.

Without a second thought, Bandit breaks the kiss to turn in the direction of the whistle and yell out an instinctual: “Fuck off!” He regrets it instantly as he spots another gay couple grinning at them over their shoulders while walking away. So… no sarcasm, instead probably a show of appreciation. “Damn, they were really hot, too”, he mutters, feeling Jäger shake with silent laughter. The photographer has disappeared entirely; she likely figured they needed some privacy.

And all of a sudden, this is extremely awkward. He turns back and Jäger is still smiling though there’s a decidedly lost quality to his features, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself either.

When the prolonged silence of them hugging and gazing into each other’s eyes helplessly becomes too unbearable, Jäger utters aptly: “Well. Whoops.”

Bandit snorts and tries to hide his burning face in the side of Jäger’s fluffy hood. “Fuck, man.”

“I don’t think I can pretend that didn’t happen”, Jäger mumbles to Bandit’s relief as he feels much the same way. “Were you – did you know -”

“Let’s not talk about it here, alright?”

A nod. “Alright.”

They both take a deep breath before separating and though Bandit misses the physical proximity straightaway, the dull yearning is alleviated by fingers interlacing with his own. If this is what’s been going on with the two of them, without them being aware of it, it would explain a lot of things. He tries his best to calm racing thoughts, not very successfully, and a random one pops into his head, unbidden: if Rook gets wind of this, he’ll have a field day.

“You know”, Jäger says, cheeks red and not looking at him, thumb stroking over the back of Bandit’s hand, “if this turns out to be our first proper date, it was a pretty good one.”

“It was”, Bandit agrees. Now he just needs to play his cards right.

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #oneshot #event #bandit/jäger #bandit #jäger #I imagine bandit went on one of these with blitz and blitz HATED every second of it #he had to correct so many people and listen to bandit bitching about how this isn't how this works

[l3r40l]

#r6s #r6s jäger #r6s jager #jäger #jager #marius streicher #r6s bandit #bandit #dominic brunsmeier #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six siege

[retrodisaster]

My theory 🤔

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s doc #r6s thermite #r6s deimos #r6s bandit #r6s jäger #r6s tachanka #my comic #my art

[garfields-nutz]

I’m a Rainbow 6 Siege fan so here are my fave memes (i made the last 5)

#rainbow six x reader #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #rsix #rainbow six memes #r6 tachanka #R6 bandit #R6 mozzie #R6 Jäger #R6 fuze #r6 kapkan #r6 glaz

[0688huul]

trochę stare arty ^_^

#rainbow six siege #art #rainbow 6 siege #r6s bandit #r6s jäger #r6s

[gaming-universe]

Me: What do you mean, I don’t have a type.

My type:

#call of duty modern warfare II #simon riley #könig #rainbow six siege #bandit #jäger

[speebledorp]

what’s up freaks it’s been a while

#art #fanart #rainbow six siege #r6s #r6siege #rainbow six siege fanart #r6s fanart #r6s jäger #r6s bandit #r6s mozzie #r6s gridlock #r6s brava #r6s iq

[grezzirossi]

My interminable list of R6 ships, crack/popular/rare lmao

Ship 02:  Bandit/Jäger Süß : Cute/Sweet

#r6s #r6s jager #r6s bandit #bandit x jäger #marius streicher #dominic brunsmeier #rainbow six siege #mycryptidart

[phandomtaleweaver]

More Siege fun facts the average player might not know:

Bandit named his gadget (CED) after his brother Cedric

Glaz plays poker with the FBI SWAT

Bandit has his pilot’s license and Valkyrie is working to get hers

Glaz’s full name, Timur Glazkov, roughly translates to “eye of iron” or “iron sights”

Fuze was engaged for two years but eventually called the wedding off

Finka, Mute, Mira, and Doc all have phds

Zero knew Finka’s father and even met her when she was a child

Jäger references Star Trek in his “I’m an engineer, not a medic” line (reversal of Bones’ classic line)

Rook loves rock music and wanted to pursue a career in it at one point

Jackal is good at off road driving (idk how a man who doesn’t sleep drives but whatever)

#r6s #rainbow six siege #video games #video game lore #r6 bandit #r6 Jäger #sam fisher #r6 glaz #r6 fuze #doc r6 #r6s finka #rook r6 #jackal r6

[cloangi]

A non-serious new doodle and some old drawings of around the first time I drew some R6 operators 🙏

#r6s fanart #r6siege #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six fanart #kapkan #marius streicher #tachanka #r6community #r6s jäger #rainbow six siege #bandit #traditional art #traditional drawing #fanart #doodles #doodle

[askjager]

Marius, ever heard of Fahrradsattel? :0

His hoodie is comfortable, can you really blame me? ~ 🕸️Marius🕸️

#ask me anything #ask me stuff #marius streicher #r6siege #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege jäger #r6s bandit #r6s jäger #bandit x jäger #bandit/jäger #dominic brunsmeier

[kiruuuuu]

Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 14🎁

This is a Bandit/Jäger commision with which I had a BLAST, thank you so so much to yatta for allowing me to write this!! 💖I hope you all enjoy this utter filth 😊 (Rating E, smut: sounding, ~5.5k words)

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It’s funny the first couple of times.

They’re doing some cooperative maintenance, playing to each other’s strengths and therefore joined at the hip for the day – Jäger excels at anything involving moving parts and Bandit shines with his intuitive understanding of electronics, so they end up crawling on the floor for a lot of the time, greasy up to their elbows, bouncing ideas back and forth before implementing the proper adjustments. Harry had asked them to look after a few drones, a car or two, the lighting in a couple places and as they don’t have much to do otherwise, they gladly get to it.

To an outsider, they must seem like well-acquainted co-workers, exchanging quips in between professional talk, respectful yet jovial. Bandit allows him to verbally meander about whichever topic comes to his mind, nodding along and posing clever questions now and then; the otherwise dubiously social operator even lets a few genuine smiles slip through which Jäger reciprocates readily. They’re efficient, fast and effective.

In truth, Jäger would like nothing more than to peel these dirty clothes off his boyfriend and leave handprints all over him. Little gets him more than the near-instant switch from serious to horny in Bandit’s expression whenever Jäger says something suggestive out of the blue (a power he uses sparingly to great effect) and he’s biting the inside of his cheek most of the day to not wield it just like that. Not when they can’t act on it yet.

Still. A man can dream.

And then a theme establishes itself quite early in the day too, a theme Jäger enjoys at first with the giddiness of a young boy who’s privy to a special secret. Twitch is the first one, appearing out of nowhere and asking inane questions while glancing at nearby Blackbeard, waiting until he’s gone to pull an actual bottle out of her backpack. “Just a quick one for the road”, she whispers, hastily whipping out two shot glasses out of nowhere as well and pouring some of the amber liquid into them.

Jäger just stares.

“You shouldn’t have”, Bandit informs her before accepting the glass with an air of ‘but it is greatly appreciated’. The two of them beam at each other as they toast and take a tiny sip. The aroma of burnt wood fills the room, strong enough Jäger can smell it from a few metres away. “Nice body. Very sweet.”

It takes him a moment to realise his lover is complimenting the booze and so he moves closer with flushed cheeks when Bandit waves at him. “What are you -”

“Try it, babe.”

Oh. So it’s like that. All of Jäger’s trepidation melts into a comfortable warmth inside at the nickname and he eagerly presses against Bandit’s side, grateful for the brief interruption of their professionalism. Because there is no way any part of this is allowed. He lets the liquid kiss his tongue and makes a face – it tastes of old wood, just like it smells, and though there is some initial sweetness, what lingers is a mouthful of bonfire.

“I’ll leave it in your locker”, promises Twitch, indicating the bottle of what must be quite expensive rum, “happy birthday.”

“You’re insane”, is Bandit’s reply, to which she just laughs as she leaves them alone again.

“Did she -” Jäger doesn’t even know what to say, he’s dumbfounded. Never before has Twitch broken absolutely any rule. “Did that actually just happen?”

And all Bandit does is down the rest of the fragrant alcohol before flashing him a grin. “Every year.”

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Sledge gifts him frankly mean-looking throwing stars that are likely illegal somewhere. The shifty way the Scotsman creeps up to them, Jäger half expects him to supply Bandit with actual drugs, though his present isn’t much better. Their exchange, consisting of mumbled words, suspicious glances and cryptic phrases, reminds Jäger of bad spy films and tickles him pink to the point where he doesn’t even care that his boyfriend is now armed with dangerous weapons, it’s just all so ridiculous. Bandit has a habit of bringing out the worst in people, and on his birthday it appears to involve smuggling contraband onto Rainbow premises.

Even Blitz, straight-laced, goody two-shoes Blitz, procures a bottle of beer from somewhere and shares it with his teammates in the tool shed, all sneaky and with a visibly bad conscience. It’s adorable and the beer is excellent and the meaningful looks he receives from Bandit now and then are intoxicating, a brief diversion from work.

Only it doesn’t stop.

And after several conspiratorial meetings, Jäger’s mood shifts from endeared to miffed. After some more, he is well miffed. And by the end of the day, when Bandit already had to carry an armload of presents to his car because his locker was overflowing, Jäger is properly upset.

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~*~

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He did ask me to be more spontaneous, Jäger muses as he listens for the sound of the shower being turned off. Despite having just showered himself, he has every intention of getting dirty again – it’s an off-the-cuff thing, thought up while the hot water drummed down on his scalp and prepared in the few minutes it’s taking for Bandit to be done himself. They had meant for this evening to be quiet, spent in front of the TV with a few more beers and takeaway, but the sheer amount of objects they had to lug into the flat changed Jäger’s mind on that. No, Bandit doesn’t deserve a relaxing evening. He deserves something else entirely.

His anxious hovering finally comes to an end when his lover steps out into the hallway, a towel wrapped precariously around his waist and his bare chest glistening with leftover moisture Jäger briefly considers licking off. He’s delicious, unguarded and comfortable around him with a latent sexiness Jäger has never noticed about anyone else before – there’s promise in everything he does, the smirks when he’s feeling smug, the deliberation in his touches, the way his gaze trails after Jäger when he thinks nobody will notice. He’s made himself available from the start, dropped not hints but signposts and left it up to his teammate to take him up on them, something Jäger wishes he’d done sooner. He’d confused direct interest with indifference, thought anyone would do when he was the only one Bandit courted.

It feels as if everything Bandit does urges Jäger to challenge him, so that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

“Do you think we should order -”, is as much as Bandit gets out before Jäger kisses him, just captures his lips and wraps his arms around the steaming body. He knows Bandit is playing along, he saw the glint in his eyes as soon as Jäger moved towards him and Bandit kept speaking till the last second so the impact is more palpable, and though Jäger usually adores his boyfriend for being attentive like that, right now he wants to knock him straight out of his comfort zone instead. Or, well, at least out of the tried and tested dance they usually perform.

He feels Bandit’s lips curling against his own before opening and allowing his tongue inside, letting him take the lead and yes, that’s precisely what Jäger means: he’s allowed to lead. Regardless, making out with Bandit always feels like heaven so he savours the moment, lets the quiet purrs run down his spine and melts into the loose embrace. Bandit’s beard is still damp, brushing over sensitive skin, and the smile returns full force when Jäger’s hands drift to the edge of the towel.

“Eager, are we?”

The muttered words cause Jäger’s lips to stretch in reciprocity – Bandit has no idea. Even so, he wants to make sure: “Do you want to eat first? Are you hungry?”

A small, amused huff. “Unless I get to eat you out, not particularly.”

Alright, he can work with that. Tongues fighting over dominance, they stumble into the bedroom, both of them clinging to each other like it’d kill them to let go, and not for the first time does Jäger appreciate just how natural it feels to be with this man. For once, he ends up on top, Bandit stretching out on the duvet like a lazy cat whereas Jäger perches on him, chasing his lips to deepen their kisses and fending off exploratory hands creeping under his t-shirt. Making out with Bandit is enough for heat to pool in his midsection, especially with how well he does it, sucking and licking liberally at anything he can reach, tickling Jäger one second and making him moan in anticipation the next. Even so, he keeps curious hands at bay, eventually resorting to pinning Bandit’s wrists on the mattress. He likes the imbalance concerning their clothedness just fine.

Lacking alternatives, Bandit starts grinding his lower half against Jäger’s, nearly losing the towel in the process (not that either of them minds), grinning wider when Jäger mutters a dissatisfied stop. Bandit does not stop. “What’s with you”, he purrs instead, words silky smooth against Jäger’s lips. “Want to take control? I can suck you unconscious if you want.”

Tempting. Jäger’s half-hard dick gives a hopeful twitch at the mental image, but it’s not why he’s here. He holds Bandit’s gaze, noticing how the corners of his eyes crinkle at the tell-tale click of handcuffs. “Stop that”, he orders, referring to the slow grind of hips on hips, and possibly also the inexplicable smugness Bandit is radiating now that he’s caught on to at least part of what’s happening. Jäger seldom takes the lead and hasn’t had the guts to sneakily handcuff him to the bed before, so Bandit is glowing. His grin has reached full force now, shark-like yet dangerously charming.

“I should”, he mutters, not heeding his own advice and letting Jäger feel just how much he’s already enjoying himself, “because if you keep this up, I’ll come on my own face in less than a minute.”

Again, tempting. “Good thing I’m not gonna touch your cock for a while then.”

That backfired. Bandit is beaming at him like he hung the stars now – he did not take this as a threat but as a promise.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I’m not even saying anything, darling.”

“Now you’re being condescending.”

“Come here.”

Pouting, Jäger obliges nonetheless and leans down so Bandit can make up for his bratty attitude with a few toe-curling kisses, nibbling at his lower lip in appeasement until Jäger teases out a low moan by brushing a fingertip over a pierced nipple. Even like this, restrained, vulnerable and almost naked, Bandit stinks of enviable confidence. “And now, sweetheart”, he mutters against Jäger’s cheek, “you tell me what’s bothering you, I tell you that you’re being silly, and then you can finally let me fuck you.”

There’s no hiding from these attentive eyes. Jäger sighs. “It’s your birthday.”

“Really? Wow, that would explain all the presents.”

“You told me you don’t like surprises. Or gifts.”

Bandit’s good mood is unchanged. “It’s true.”

“So why wasn’t I allowed to get you anything when everyone else was?”

He shows his teeth again, as if Jäger just told an adorable anecdote of some kind. “Like I said. You’re being silly.”

“Is that all you have to say to that?”

A simple nod is the answer, delivered with contagious amusement, so he really stands no chance. He trusts Bandit to explain himself later and decides to just get on with it: he has to disillusion his boyfriend of a small yet significant detail about all this anyway. He takes a moment to drink Bandit in, just him in his entirety, the tattoos wrapping around his muscled arms and torso, the black metal adorning his nipples, the super fucking smug look -

The noise he earns when his teeth latch onto a sensitive neck right as he twists a piercing between his fingertips is music to his ears, a mix of pleasure and disbelief and yeah, they’re getting closer to where Jäger wants him. Almost as an afterthought, he rips the towel off Bandit’s body and tosses it aside, delving between legs with one hand to cradle his balls in a palm, massaging them while taking note of how Bandit’s cock jumps in response to the stimulation. They’re back in the zone with not much effort, Jäger kissing and licking his way down his lover’s chest not without teasing both nipples extensively, and once his cheek nearly touches swollen flesh, he glances up.

Bandit is following his every movement with his eyes, interest slowly taking over. When he notices the short pause, he offers a hopeful: “Please?”

“Please what?” To get into position, Jäger pushes strong legs apart and kneels between them, allowing for a lovely view. It’s rare enough he gets a proper look at Bandit, let alone naked and handcuffed.

“Please suck me off.”

He can’t help the smile stealing onto his face. If he’s honest, he could get used to having this kind of power over Bandit, it’s oddly addicting. “No”, he replies simply, grabbing the lube and pouring some in his palm, coating his fingers with it.

The look he receives is smouldering. If he’d known that refusing a plea would turn Bandit on this much, he’d have done it sooner. “Please jerk me off.”

“No”, he repeats and brushes over Bandit’s perineum, making his lover’s arousal twitch hard in realisation. There we are. Now he got it.

Instinctively, Bandit’s legs spread further before he even gets the words out, voice thick: “Oh. Fuck me, then. Please fuck me.”

Well, since he asked so nicely. Jäger slips a finger into tight heat and feels his own cock swell up at the low moan it elicits. He’s never done this before, not with Bandit, so his heart is beating a fast staccato as he feels his lover relaxing around him, allowing him in. Bandit’s eyes are closed now, focusing on the sensation no doubt, just like Jäger usually does, and he’s adventurous enough to add a second digit and slowly stretch the ring of muscle. He can’t fathom what it’ll feel like to sink into this velvety tightness yet knows he’ll have to be patient. There’s something else he’s got planned.

“Marius, I’ve been waiting forever for this”, comes mumbled encouragement, together with an upwards push of hips to force Jäger’s fingers deeper already.

“Could’ve said something sooner.” Jäger smiles at the impatient whine and peppers some kisses onto Bandit’s hipbones, steadfastly ignoring the weeping, rock-hard dick begging for attention.

“I didn’t know I needed this until now. Come on, hurry up.”

Unperturbed, Jäger starts sucking on his balls while keeping up the slow rhythm with his fingers, barely beginning to scissor them. It’s a magnificent feeling to witness Bandit open up for him, and though he knows the other man doesn’t mind a bit of pain during sex (and neither does he, for that matter), he’s not giving in to Bandit’s eagerness.

“Baby. I want you inside of me.” He graces Bandit with no more than a brief glance which already is half a mistake because his cheeks are flushed now, the nonchalance largely disappeared to make way for an earnest need that tugs at Jäger’s heartstrings. “Please. Marius, please.”

It requires all of his willpower not to comply. He can’t, not yet, instead he decides to make his boyfriend suffer a little longer. His insides feel wonderful around Jäger’s fingers, allowing him deep before clamping down in involuntary pleasure, and when he experimentally crooks his fingers to stroke over Bandit’s prostate, he’s rewarded with a choked gasp. Inconceivable that this is the first time they’re doing this, Bandit is a natural: feet impatiently brushing against Jäger’s legs in a non-verbal plea, his body beautifully responsive to any little bit of stimulation, be it a fingertip against his nipple or a mouth sucking on the inside of his thigh. All superiority has temporarily yielded to pure bliss. Jäger can’t wait to make him moan with his own dick, but, again – there’s something he wants to do.

Bandit hisses a quiet yes the second Jäger’s lips touch his shaft. They idly mouth at it before travelling upwards so he can tongue the ridge and eventually wrap his lips around the head, accompanied by vocal encouragement from his lover. But instead of deepthroating him as he normally would, Jäger presses his tongue to the slit, first flat, then he pushes inside a little.

“Marius”, Bandit mutters, sounding dazed. Jäger does it again. “Marius.”

Satisfied for the moment, Jäger pulls off and even removes his fingers to marvel at his creation: Bandit’s usually intense gaze has lost some of its focus though it doesn’t render him any less overpowering. He’s gorgeous with his hair tousled like this, hands gripping on to the headboard to which he’s handcuffed, arm muscles standing out. “Happy birthday”, Jäger tells him and grabs the tell-tale, nondescript bag from the drawer next to the bed.

“Holy shit”, Bandit hisses as soon as he recognises it. “Oh god. This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done, you know that? Fuck.”

Jäger takes it as the enthusiastic consent it is and unwraps it to reveal shimmering metal, the sight alone enough to make Bandit’s hole visibly quiver. It strengthens Jäger’s resolve to see his lover this eager and excited, not to mention it makes him want to bully him some more. “Which size do you want?”

“I don’t know. Christ, don’t ask me that. Just do it.” Bandit is psyching himself up for it, that much is obvious – Jäger knows why, has experienced first-hand how overwhelming the sensation is, how odd, how intense. It’s best to anticipate it.

He chooses one that’ll be a snug fit, judging Bandit can handle it, and coats the smooth rod in lube before touching its tip to the very hole his tongue caressed a moment ago. His other hand is wrapped around his boyfriend’s cock, holding it still and upright so the sound can travel unimpeded, but he hesitates once more. He wants to make sure. “Are you ready?”

Bandit’s eyes are wide, wild, and yet his voice is perfectly composed for his reply: “Marius, ask me that again and I’ll rip this headboard in half so I can ride you until you’re covered in cum.”

Acceptable answer. Jäger grins and slides the tip in, prompting a low growl at the cool metal coming into contact with extremely sensitive skin. His touch is as feather-light as possible, merely supportive instead of pushing down, letting the rod settle naturally – and once it’s about halfway in, he lets go of it entirely.

And Bandit is keening. In disbelief, he watches the sound disappear into his stiff arousal, producing a constant quiet stream of noises while his body twitches. His breaths are shallow and Jäger wants to devour him whole. He looks delectable.

“Feels good?”, Jäger grins, relishing in the helplessness plastered all over his lover’s face, and before he even gets a proper response that’s not just a strangled moan, his fingers are back between Bandit’s legs, stroking over the other hole he intends to penetrate.

“Oh god”, Bandit chokes out as he finally fully understands what’s going to happen to him. “You can’t -”

“I can’t?” Allowing his boyfriend to roughly compose himself, Jäger doesn’t push yet, only draws small circles around the rim. He already knows he’s not going to last long inside Bandit, not when all that’s left of the sounding rod is the ball at the top, sitting prettily atop Bandit’s dark cock while the rest of it reaches deep inside, causing the shaft to repeatedly jump in pleasure, which no doubt enhances the experience.

“Okay.” It’s hardly more than a gasp. “Okay. Fuck me.”

That’s what he wanted to hear. Jäger still takes it slow, agonisingly slow judging by the desperation in every noise that comes from Bandit’s throat – he starts out with two fingers again and this time, it takes Bandit a whole lot longer to relax around them. By the third, he’s whining already and grinding down onto Jäger’s fingers, and each brush against his prostate ignites a new litany of curses. His smug veneer has cracked, he has no illusions about being in charge anymore, and it’s obvious he’s loving every second of it. As is Jäger, incidentally.

He takes pity on his boyfriend when it’s clear he’s given up and simply lets the sensations wash over him. Jäger removes his fingers from the ring of muscle accommodating them and wastes no time in pulling his trousers down to reveal his own neglected erection, wet with precum. After coating it in lube, he shuffles into position, presses its tip against Bandit’s hole and glances up, just to be sure. The dark look he receives in turn is bloodthirsty and reeks of impatience, so he foregoes asking for approval and simply pushes into pure ecstasy.

Bandit’s insides feel magnificent, hot and tight and wet, welcoming him eagerly and clamping down once he’s bottomed out. The sensation is indescribable and in order to show what it means to him to be awarded this kind of trust and mutual comfort, he leans down to capture Bandit’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. They both smile into it, his lover a bit more out of breath but holding on valiantly as their tongues play with each other. Bandit’s body is radiating heat, his cheeks reddened and heartbeat pounding so hard Jäger can feel it against his fingertips when he starts toying with one of the nipple piercings again.

“I love you”, he mumbles into Bandit’s mouth.

“I know.”

He huffs in amusement. “Is now really the time to be cocky? Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward”, Bandit mutters back, grinning in between the small moans whenever Jäger adjusts his position.

Jäger takes it as a polite request and begins moving, slowly pulling out and pushing back in while continuing their kissing, but when Bandit wraps his legs around him and physically forces him to thrust inside all the way, Jäger obliges. He’s still careful not to move Bandit’s cock around too much and sits back up when his motions become sharper, faster, causing them both to groan at the new angle. The velvet heat is heavenly, Jäger can’t get enough of the feeling, can’t get enough of the way Bandit tightens around him every time he runs a finger down his cock, or hits his prostate just right, or teases one of Bandit’s nipples.

Yeah. This isn’t gonna take long.

He chews on his lower lip as he tries his best to hold on, focuses on other sensations like the smooth skin of Bandit’s thigh beneath his palm, the disbelieving little noises his boyfriend produces without pause, the inviting dick practically begging to be touched, and hey, maybe he can oblige. Jäger interrupts his thrusts for a moment and encases the swollen head of Bandit’s arousal with two fingers. “You know what feels even better?”, he pants, caressing the metal ball on top of Bandit’s cock with the tip of his thumb. He’s asking because he knows, he’s experienced it before and remembers vividly the burning curiosity in Bandit’s eyes.

Eyes that now widen at the realisation. Bandit chokes out a broken yes, no more hesitation, and grimaces as if he regrets his decision the second Jäger starts pulling on the sound. It’s endless, they watch the rod grow and grow until he’s satisfied with the vague panic in an already lust-filled expression. Bandit’s dick strains against the silver material and his insides imitate the motions, squeeze down on Jäger’s shaft delightfully and he barely dares to continue with shallow thrusts after letting go of the sound again. But he still does. He buries himself as deep as he can go, over and over, as the rod obeys gravity and slides back down – and Bandit is beautiful, moaning like he’s being paid for it, biting his own arm to distract from the overstimulation and gripping Jäger so tightly that his vision blurs.

Once the sound has reached its destination once more, Jäger just can’t control himself any longer. He chases the feeling, snaps his hips in a fast rhythm, claws into Bandit’s legs to tease out some half-pained, half-aroused mewls. His movements are becoming uncoordinated, all coherent thought gives way to overwhelming need, he hears himself groan in bliss and Bandit, the suave prankster, the smug braggart, Bandit is a fucking mess underneath him, probably leaving marks in the headboard with how he’s scrabbling for purchase, possibly searching for anything to hold on to so he doesn’t lose himself entirely.

Bandit is uttering words now, the phrases empty and desperate at the same time, breathless curses interspersed with sweet nothings though a theme establishes after a bit, his mantra a mix of please let me come and please come inside me and the thought fills Jäger’s mind with such excitement and anticipation that it never even occurs to him to refuse. He feels himself climb and climb, adjusts the angle of his thrusts until his lover shudders with each one, his beautiful body moving against Jäger’s, meeting his movements impatiently as they both seek the same thing and then -

Jäger reaches his climax with a broken moan, every muscle in his body tensing up at the sudden surge of pleasure. It envelops him like darkness, steals the control over his limbs, forces his toes to curl and eyes to unfocus as he shivers in ecstasy. His orgasm hits him hard, switches his brain off for a good while and he’s left whimpering and bottomed out inside Bandit, his dick pulsing with every spurt of semen. The knowledge alone, the fact that he’s currently unloading into Bandit is scorching hot already and so the rush lasts much longer than it usually does, causing him to almost collapse once the elation begins to subside.

A lovely warmth remains in his midsection, the afterglow making him feel weightless, and even once he’s withdrawn from his lover, he can’t help but beam in satisfaction. Even with Bandit looking at him like an abandoned pet. “Wow”, he concludes, taking a deep, deserved breath.

“Marius”, comes the quiet request, delivered with a significant amount of despair.

“That felt even better than expected.” He gives Bandit’s poor cock an experimental tug, immensely enjoying the resulting fuck accompanied by hips actually lifting off the mattress. Good god, he must be begging for release.

“If you don’t jerk me off right now, I will cry”, Bandit informs him and doesn’t seem to appreciate Jäger’s amusement concerning his current helpless state.

Instead of complying, Jäger leans down and wraps his lips around the dark head again to finish this appropriately. Once he starts sucking, he hears the sharp sound of Bandit yanking on his handcuffs, probably because the sensation is too much, too bright, too intense – but he knows his boyfriend can take it. His tongue glides over the metal ball before toying with the frenulum, something that has always brought Bandit to his knees and now is no exception: the loud groan lets him know Bandit is enjoying himself. That, and suffering immeasurably. Perfect.

Slowly, he works his way down the shaft, allowing the hard flesh deeper and deeper into his throat while trying not to get kicked in the side with how Bandit is flailing by now. He can tell Bandit is close, one glance up at the utterly wrecked man is enough even if the way his abs are fluttering beneath painted skin wasn’t enough indication. Jäger ups the ante, sucks and licks and swallows him whole until there’s the tell-tale sign of no return – and then he withdraws again, captures the metal atop of Bandit’s dick with his teeth and pulls it up as well, pulls the rod out just as Bandit tumbles off the cliff and he goes wild.

Nothing coming out of his mouth is intelligible apart from a broken stream of oh god oh fuck, Bandit rears up, arches his back, fingers twitching in vain, hips stuttering, cock jumping. Jäger jerks him through the orgasm, massages more and more semen out of him as he shivers and seizes and whines, and it’s the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen. Bandit leaves white strands all over himself without a single care, he’s in heaven and sounds like it, too, broken gasps as he tries not to hyperventilate, muscles dancing, his head thrown back.

He comes back down slowly, so slowly, breathing hard and only gradually relaxing parts of his body until he’s completely melted on the bed, loose and languid and Jäger just wants to kiss him forever.

Instead, he reaches up to uncuff him, taking note where the sharp metal has broken skin but deciding to postpone any medical attention in favour of aftercare first. Gingerly, he manipulates Bandit’s arms into a more comfortable position and peppers his face with kisses until he can feel his lover’s lips stretch into a weak smile. Bandit isn’t the mushy type but he also doesn’t complain when Jäger sticks to him like glue after sex.

But before he can actually do that, he should clean Bandit up a little. He traces the come stains on skin with his tongue, sucking in the bitter liquid until the worst is gone and crawls back up to press his lips against Bandit’s for a proper kiss. And so he can push most of Bandit’s come into his mouth once it opens. His lover grins and tries to fight back for a moment but ends up swallowing it all anyway. As revenge, he wraps his arms around Jäger and keeps him in place while kissing him more and more sloppily until everything tastes of come and just feels wet and when they eventually part, they’re both laughing.

“I should make you mad more often”, Bandit says, stretching with a few undignified groans before allowing Jäger to press against his side and rest his head on his shoulder.

“That should not be your takeaway from this.” He inspects one of Bandit’s wrists and deems the damage acceptable, no more than a few bloody scratches. Normally neither of them injure themselves when handcuffed. “Did you enjoy your birthday present?”

“What, you feeding me my own come?” And there it is again, his old sarcastic self. Jäger decides he will remind Bandit of how utterly vulnerable he’s looked through most of this at an opportune time. Just so he doesn’t forget. “You know, I didn’t like surprises, and I didn’t like receiving gifts. But I think you might’ve converted me.”

“Now I’m worried what you’re going to wish for from everyone next year.” Bandit snorts and something settles inside Jäger at how easy they can exchange quips like this. Regardless, this is the first time they’re spending Bandit’s birthday together – the previous year, Jäger had been away on a mission and the one before that Bandit ‘forgot’ to tell him when his birthday was, so they missed it entirely – and he wanted to make it special somehow. Bandit’s insistence on not wanting any presents left him uncertain though and so he ended up not getting him anything. Unlike pretty much everybody else, it seems.

“Dom?”, he asks quietly. Bandit hums in response. “Why aren’t the others banned from giving you things for your birthday?”

The man next to him heaves a deep sigh. “They are. They just don’t care. They insist on buying presents, so now I play along and give everything away afterwards.”

“You – huh?”

“What, you think I buy all the stuff I give the others? The expensive whisky for Seamus? Got that from Monika last year. Mark’s thingamajig? Grace gave it to me the year before. I thought you’d be the one to finally respect my wishes and not get me anything, but I’m afraid you’ve also failed.” Another sigh, this one decidedly dramatic.

Jäger hides his relief at this revelation by jabbing Bandit in the side, making him giggle. This explains a lot, not only why Bandit is such a generous gift-giver himself, but also why he insisted on not receiving anything, instead opting to just stay in and spend the day with Jäger. “You’d better not pass my gift on to anybody else though.”

“God no. I’ll keep yours, don’t worry. Especially if it means we can do this again.”

They look at each other, Bandit offering a kind, genuine smile for once and Jäger still coasting on the fuzzy feeling of being special, of being chosen to keep Bandit company, of being trusted fully, of being loved.

And he remembers some of the cute little noises Bandit made while Jäger was balls deep inside him.

“Yeah”, he replies. “I’d like that.”

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #oneshot #commissions #bandit/jäger #bandit #jäger #blitz feels guilty about the smuggling for DAYS #also you bet bandit starts being annoying on purpose just to see whether jäger snaps

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mein geliebte <3

Jäger!! my boy!!

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#begging you to ignore the unfinished carbine in his hand #I promise I’m getting to it #Anyways this is what became of the bandit wip #I completely switched gears LMAO #rainbow six siege #r6s #Jäger #Jager #Jaeger #r6s Jager #r6s fanart #my art

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R6S Duolingo and language learning HCs

Stupid fluff/crack hcs for some of the r6s operators, inspired by a recent heated discussion in our research group about everyone’s Duolingo habits (lol).

Warnings/notes: none (unless you’re severely traumatized by the Duolingo owl, though if that’s the case, it’s probably already too late anyways) Slight romance and/or suggestiveness in some.

Sorted alphabetically under the cut—I wrote for everyone that popped into my mind at the time.

Ace: Will totally take the initial placement test for Norwegian, just for that cheap and easy XP-boost that will catapult him to the top of the leaderboard and allow him to flex his high score in front of the others. (Everyone knows what’s going on, but let’s let him have this.) Will be extra motivated should you decide to get the app as well and absolutely swoon over you should you decide to take up Norwegian (he still won’t take it well should you outcompete him on the leaderboard, though, so keep that in mind).

Bandit: Doesn’t really care for the app per se, but is more than happy to help expand your knowledge of German swear words and street slang should you decide to take it up, whether you want it or not. If you’re serious about learning the language, he will do his best to help you in earnest and make an effort to include you in the German banter between the GSG9 member (be careful, though, as he will absolutely take the opportunity to feed you wrong and/or offensive words every now and then so he can have a laugh when you cheerfully insult any of the other German operators, thinking you were merely throwing out some German slang). Will be more encouraged than ever to give you German pet names. He would also take the opportunity to introduce you to his favorite German bands and songs (just stay wary of the meaning of some of the lyrics you will inevitably pick up).

Blitz: This is his home turf—Elias doesn’t need to be convinced to download the app, he already has it (and every other language learning app out there) ready to go on his phone. He finds the questions and problems in Duolingo too easy to really challenge him, but he’ll use it to refresh his memory on grammar and vocabulary during breaks or look into the more exotic languages they offer just for fun. Gets very excited if you are interested in languages, too, and all the more so if the language you want to learn happens to be German! He will send you all kinds of materials and resources to help you study, from news articles to memes. When he sees you practicing using the app, he will come up to you and give you a kiss whenever you get an exercise right.

Doc: Gustave always encourages the people around him to try new things and stay flexible, physically and mentally, so he welcomes it when you introduce him to the app. Other operators might complain about the persistent reminders sent by the app, but Doc actually appreciates them—without them, he would quickly forget about the app again as he’s always caught up with work late into the night. Should you decide to learn French, he will gladly practice with you whenever you have a moment of time throughout the day, remaining patient and encouraging even as you torment him with the exhilarating questions about his name and profession that come with the early stages of learning a new language.

Dokkaebi: Will get super competitive and try to get as many of the other Rainbow members as possible into Duolingo as well. They don’t all have to learn the same language, but there will be an internal competition about who earns the most points every week. Will probably act casually about it, but then log into the app again at the last minute before the leaderboard closes, while her fellow operators are either already asleep or focused on something else and absolutely obliterate them and their scores. If you tell her that you want to learn Korean, she might be a bit surprised at first, but will quickly find it endearing when it becomes apparent that you’re serious about it. She loves it when you text her in Korean whenever you learned something new and will in turn send you Korean proverbs and other tidbits you might fight interesting.

Glaz: Not a huge fan of the app (maybe because he doesn’t think the interface is visually appealing?). Would maybe use it to gain a basic understanding of the language of a country he’s sent to on a mission + any themed lessons that catch his eye. If your native language isn’t English or Russian, he would use the app to check out the basics while he’s away from you, though he would much rather get the explanations directly from you. If you inform him that you’re trying to learn Russian, his heart will melt and he will shower you with sweet words of praise and encouragement to make you feel comfortable enough to speak to him in his native language. Will also buy you a premium subscription when you aren’t looking to make learning even more fun for you.

IQ: Monika is smart and a quick learner - you know it, I know it, it’s literally implied in her codename. Quickly uninstalls the app again because she finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t want to bother wasting time on having to unlock the few lessons she’d actually be interested in. If you or another operator were the ones getting her into the app, however, she’d keep it around just so she can keep doing the weekly challenges with you—she finds it cute when you get all competitive about it and it makes her happy that you want to participate in them with her. Her first reaction to you telling her that you want to learn German would be a blunt “Why?,” as she thinks you might get more use out of other languages. Tell her that you’re doing it for her and she becomes incredibly flustered (all the more so should you decide to call her by one or more German pet name(s)), yet happy at the same time.

Jäger: Marius quickly incorporated the app into his daily routine, usually getting his daily session in during breakfast or dinner. Will regularly remind his GSG9 colleagues to use the app by sharing his milestones to their group chat (*screenshot of perfect 2-week-streak* “Und bei euch so? 😏” (”what about you guys? 😏”) Will be very giddy should you decide to learn German—he’s very eager to practice with you and will constantly point out how certain things are called in German as well as give you additional info and expressions. He’ll probably get ahead of himself and it will be nearly impossible to remember everything he’s telling you, but he doesn’t expect you to and is glad to repeat it.

Kapkan: Hates it. Thinks the interface looks stupid, the sample conversations pointless, and was just about ready to ask Sledge to borrow his hammer to smash his phone and computer because he accidentally consented to receive all the reminders and push notifications and it’s driving him insane. If you’re using the app to learn a language and feel like its helping you, however, he is willing to put up with the eye sore that is the Duolingo owl and the noise pollution coming from the app, just for you (particularly if the language you are trying to learn is Russian—his adoration for your efforts outweighs any negative feelings he may have). If your native language is something different from Russian or English, he would make an effort to learn at least the basics in it when things start to get serious. While he’s a diligent student, he becomes surprisingly shy and easily flustered when attempting to speak to you in your native language, so stay patient and give him lots of encouragement.

Montagne: As his perceived lack of proficiency in foreign languages when compared to some of the other Rainbow operators is something that’s been bothering him on and off for some time, he was very happy and receptive when you introduced him to the app. He uses it to quietly practice by himself during moments of downtime as he goes about his day. I feel like he’d be the type of person to have a 500+ day streak that makes you go “damn! :0″ when you see it on their profile for the first time. Is over the moon when you reveal to him that you’ve been trying to learn some French for him and have nothing but praise for even your most awkward attempts at speaking to him in French. Naturally, he will want to repay the favor and take up your language in return, but it will take some verbal encouragement from you before he overcomes his shyness to actually talk to you in your native language.

Mute: would never resort to cheap exploits like raking in a massive number of points by acing the placement test in his native language (as others are rumored to have done), but would quickly figure out the little tricks, bonuses, and power-ups that allow him to continuously earn the highest score possible while learning. Finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t like how you have to unlock certain topics through progression, rather than being able to freely choose what you’re interested in learning right from the beginning. If your native language isn’t English, he will look for other better resources on it on his own. Even if English isn’t your first language, he doesn’t really see any concrete need for you to improve but will respect your desire to do so by providing you with recommendations for English books and movies, as well as the offer of discussing them with him once you’re done with them.

Smoke: While the gamification aspect does hold some appeal in his eyes, he doesn’t really feel the need to follow the path given by the app—he’s convinced that if you want to learn a new language, it should ideally come naturally to you by actively engaging with source materials in it (read: chemical safety data sheets, scientific papers, and online shitposts). Should his daughter discover her love for Duolingo-based language learning, however, you bet he would download and use the app, if only to keep her happy and connect with her (he would, however, be equally happy if you were to compete with her in the challenges in his stead—in fact, he would only adore you more for doing so). If your native language isn’t English, the first thing he would ask you to teach him are swearwords, if nothing else, so he can annoy his fellow operators even more effectively. If things get serious between the two of you, however, he will be more than eager to learn other things as well from you.

Tachanka: Would use the app to learn a few bits in your language as an icebreaker and to surprise you & show you how much he cares about you. Flirty and straightforward as he is, he would then quickly graduate to asking you for some one-on-one conversation training sessions, offering to teach you basic Russian (or flirting/swearwords, depending on how you roll). Should you decide to learn Russian, he will be all over you whenever you use your newly acquired, meager language skills on him — he will be incredibly happy and proud of you. In fact, he might get a little too excited and unintentionally embarrass you a little by boasting about your “skills” to his fellow Spetsnaz members, putting you on the spot when they subsequently demand a first-hand demonstration. He’s quick to pick up on the naughtiest, most suggestive expressions in your native language and will make good use of them behind closed doors with absolutely zero shame, causing your blood to flow to your face (as well as other places) whenever he does so.

Thatcher: Was most definitely pressured into getting the app by someone else on his team and only begrudgingly agreed to use it under the condition that that person would also set everything up for him. He will quickly get annoyed by it and delete it after Duo keeps counting typos he didn’t bother to correct as mistakes, subsequently providing you with ample opportunity to expand your vocabulary of British swearing. If English isn’t your native language, he would try to learn some phrases from your first language for you. He’s very serious about it and somehow selects rather lyrical source materials for this endeavor—on occasion he sounds like an old-timey gentleman plucked straight from a romance novel, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks every time he talks to you like that.

Thermite: Another one who would probably see Duolingo as a kind of dating app with extra steps. Would repeatedly come to you under the pretense of asking you how certain features of the app work, etc., just so he has an excuse to stay close to you. If you’re in an established relationship, he will ask you for a kiss for every exercise he gets right whenever he’s actually using it to practice. Will make an effort to remember the most random sample phrases to repeat them back to his fellow operators in their native language and think he’s hilarious for doing so. If you’re the type of person that gets discouraged whenever you accidentally miss a day, causing your streak to break (the type of person he is), he will briefly log into your account and do a quick and easy exercise just to keep your streak going when he sees you haven’t logged into the app after you’ve already gone to bed. Will also really work with the random, basic phrases he’s learned in your language so far to impress you or at least make you laugh.

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thank you for reading! <3  these were very fun to do! If you are missing a specific operator, I didn’t spontaneously have a scenario of them pop into my mind, but you are free to request them.

Next post (in a few days) will be less shitpost-y (I hope, lol)~!

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