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ghostiex0 · 2 years

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This is kinda specific but- Spetsnaz boys (separately) who have a crush on the reader who’s already in relationship with a guy who’s kinda mean to them and doesn’t treat them like they should be treated. (Fem or gn reader- sorry if this is a uncomfy topic)

Thanks for the request, hope it did it some justice! I kept it kinda vague as well. Readers gender is never specified.

!!Some angst down below and triggering topics that come with being in a bad relationship; emotional abuse!!

Kapkan

- When Maxim first started developing feelings for you he was convinced they would go away soon enough.

- He was wrong. In fact, with time he just found himself falling for you more and more. Every word you said, he’s never listened to someone ramble about such mundane things so intensely.

- Maxim would figure out you’re in a relationship pretty quickly. He’s an observant guy. So he also noticed, that you didn’t seem to happy about it either.

- Immediately, he’s concerned. Why are you in a relationship, yet your body language is so… uncomfortable whenever it’s brought up.

- He could tell something was off with your partner the first time he met him. There was this overly fake charm he tried to produce. Things like that never worked on Kapkan.

- So when the day comes where he hears you around the corner, crying on the phone, he’s battling with himself on what to do.

- He feels wrong for ease dropping but didn’t want to waltz up while you were on the phone in such an emotional state.

- Finally when it seemed like the phone call was over as you leaned back, covering your tear stained face, he had to do something.

- Carefully approaching you, he’d try to gently tell your of his presence by calling your name. When you notice him he’d sit down by you and try his best to comfort you.

- He’s a bit stiff with emotional circumstances such as this and he’s pissed hearing about any of what you’re partner has said to you, but his protective nature takes over and he goes from there. He’s trying his best.

Glaz

- Another very observant man is Timur.

- Timur is observant and kind and gentle and sweet and funny and a whole lot better than your current man.

- It didn’t take long for Glaz to notice that you were unhappy in your relationship. There was a certain sadness that hurt even him.

- So when he receives a call in the middle of the night from you, he’s shooting up and answering it.

- He felt his chest tighten hearing you sound like you had just been sobbing to death. When he heard that you just wanted to be with him right now he immediately agreed, offering his house for you to stay at.

- As soon as you reached his house he was quick to usher you in. Getting you set up all cozy on his couch before asking if you wanted to talk about anything.

- When you wiped your eyes and just said you were tired he understood. Asking if you were comfortable enough before settling himself on his living room chair for the night.

- Timur’s a light sleeper so you’re phone blowing up with texts was more than enough to wake him. Seeing you were still asleep, he reached over to put your device on silent.

- Hes a curious person but he tries not to be nosy, maybe if you’re partner wasn’t saying such vile things his eyes wouldn’t have lingered so long on the texts. Reading through the notification after notification.

- He was angry and hurt for you. He didn’t want to break your trust though so he stopped and put the phone down, now on silent.

- Timur was going to make sure you wouldn’t go back to someone like that.

Fuze

- Shuhrat is more stand-off than his comrades and has tried to be in relationship before. His life is simply more complicated than most.

- Now, going out with some friends and comrades for drinks wasn’t new, but it was uncommon for you to show up. His heart skipped a few beats when he saw you.

- And then was crushed when he saw who you had brought with you. You were with someone else. Maybe that’s why you got so uncomfortable when your relationship was brought up. Maybe you knew Shuhrat had a thing for you and he had been the reason you’re uncomfortable.

- The thought made him internally crumble. But throughout the night you had tried to strike conversation with him repeatedly and when you weren’t doing that, you gave him these gazes he swears could feel in his bones.

- Shuhrat would slowly give in and look back. You giving nervous smiles to him in which he originally thought was pity.

- Until he noticed you were far more uncomfortable than usual. You wanted to talk to him but you never got up. It all really came together when your partner started to get annoyed with something. Hushed whispers and glares.

- Shuhrat felt he had gotten something very wrong as to why you were uncomfortable.

- Seeing you take a deep breath and excuse yourself out of the room, he followed his instincts and excused himself as well. As soon as he spotted you, he could tell you were obviously in distress.

- He’s probably the most guarded person you know, so having him approach you in worry should show just how much you mean to him.

- He’s able to peace together that you’re partner was nasty to you as you tried to stop crying with his comfort. He feels as though he should be relieved that you weren’t uncomfortable with him but he can’t seeing you so upset and hearing you some of the things your partner did to you.

- Shuhrat is not leaving your side and making sure your to be ex-partner knows that.

Tachanka

- Alexsandr’s got a good amount of relationship experience under his belt. A marriage, kids, other flings, he knows how it’s supposed to go.

- Whatever’s going on with you doesn’t fit his standards to say the least.

- The worst part is, he knows you’re not even happy. He can see it even when he doesn’t bring it up.

- He didn’t think he’d want such a solid foundation with someone due to his age and profession, but he would happy start one with you.

- But you’re with some asshole.

- Alex is one of the most protective people you’d ever meet in your life. He hopes you know that if you ever needed it, he would instantly be there for you. Especially since he’s taken such a liking to you.

- There was something about this time. The way his arms wrapped around you in such a tight and protective hug, just made everything tumble out.

- Tears just pouring down your face as you held onto him, his larger frame holding you close to him as he tried to soothe you.

- It was all too much and boiled over. The thought of having to leave Alexsandr, who was so loving to you, just to go see them just broke you.

- Alexsandr let you take all the time you needed. It broke his heart seeing you so distraught but he was here for you now. And you were never going to have to see that asshole again.

#r6s #r6 #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #r6 Spetsnaz #Glaz x reader #Kapkan x reader #tachanka x reader #fuze x reader #fuze #tachanka #Kapkan #glaz #headcanons

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parragone · 1 year

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I have oddly specific r6 brainrot, but I can't actually write it because I'm fixated on finishing my event piece, so instead, I'm sticking the ideas here to write later

The first time Kapkan brings his partners on hunting trips. Like, individually. The way Glaz prefers to sit back and sketch Kapkan while they're in the hunting roost. How Fuze says very little during the trip but genuinely enjoys the time spent and learning how Kapkan seems more free when they're far from cities and towns. How Tachanka feels he's a bit too loud for the hunting aspect, but makes sure Kapkan is well fed and warm. Let Kapkan be spoiled by the poly spetsnaz 2023

Thatcher and Mute on a fishing trip together in the early days of Rainbow because Thatcher won't admit it, but he's basically adopted this kid. Mute reluctantly admits that, okay, maybe fishing is a bit more fun than it looks, but only because he's a patient sort of person who likes the quiet. Hours spent on the water with short conversations in between.

Lion and his son going on a trip for a weekend because Claire couldn't take Alexis to some event he really wanted to go to. Talks about things they both like and trading playlists. Talking about their relationship and Alexis admitting that, sure, Lion will never be "dad," but he's definitely Superman, and that's obviously way cooler

Thermite and Pulse chatting and shooting the breeze together one evening after a long and kinda crappy day. Thermite never notices how Pulse keeps glancing at him and memorizing the way he smiles, the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs, because he's just lost in some story about how his mom pulled him out of a rodeo ring when he was seven. He hasn't noticed and probably never will, and in a weird way, Pulse is okay with that.

Mira and Mute's first meeting being one where Mira expects total pushback only for him to be polite and almost excited to meet her. Finding out that he's admired her work for years and has followed her papers, her research, as long as he's known about her. Mira realizing that she understands this kid more than she thought she would.

Bandit and Kapkan being fantastic friends because they both know what it's like to be undercover. Sharing awful stories and being sarcastic shits. They'd be fantastic drinking buddies, and I've yet to be convinced otherwise.

Dokkaebi, Mute, Jackal, and Caveira unexpectedly bonding over being way too young for the shit they went through and the things they’ve done, even if it was on wildly different levels. Late night talks about weirdly disconnected childhoods. Admitting that they don't actually remember much about being kids. The four of them laying on the roof on a clear night and talking about the wild things in their lives.

Ash and Harry arguing about the decision to bring in NH. Ash losing her mind when she discovers he didn't even discuss the situation with Mute, who handles so much of their information control and security that it's not even funny because he's read the files of every single operator on the team, but he has no idea who the fuck NH is or if they're trustworthy. Learning that he never told Thermite or Mira, either, two of the core leadership figures in the team. Learning that Thatcher, one of the most experienced and definitely the most respected member, was outright against the decision. Asking him if he gives a damn about keeping Rainbow safe or if he's so wrapped up in his civilian nonsense that he's forgotten how much danger the team is actually in.

Jäger and Mira bonding over helicopters, but more importantly, the two of them sitting in the car garage with toolboxes and sandwiches to fix up cars for the team. Absolutely covered in grease and oil, talking about the worst flying conditions they've ever been in. The wheezing laughter between them when Jäger pauses mid sentence and just goes, "Oh wait, that's right, I crashed into a zombie apocalypse hot zone" like he FORGOT.

Blitz and Sledge being workout buddies because they're both peak physical performance. But also because they vibe to the same shit and enjoy each other's company. Always a little competitive but never to the point of harm. Ongoing inside jokes that can reduce the two of them to tears.

Frost, Buck, Mozzie, and Smoke discussing adrenaline junkie sports. Mountain climbing, parachuting, the works. They have an agreement that they're all gonna climb Kilimanjaro one day.

#r6s #rainbow 6 siege #fic stuff #fanfic reference #theres so many technically domestic things i wanna write #and not all of it is ship based #but i have ship specific things too #but im also scared of sharing some of it because i have rarepairs #and some of it is breakups #but those seem to make people upset so im yell #mobile post #also yes i have a love for mute how could you tell

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kiruuuuu · 1 year

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Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 13🎨

Just like Day 7 and Day 11, today is about the Great Rainbow Bake Off! This one is about Kapkan's preparations for the competition. Have fun 😊 (Rating G, Spetsnaz fluff, ~1.6k words)

The four of them hesitate collectively right in front of the door. Throughout the drive here, they joked around, made plans, filled the small car with laughter yet now, here, arrived at their destination, there’s a moment of uncertainty. Finka catches Glaz’ gaze, Fuze and Tachanka look at each other, all of them clearly wondering: are we overstepping?

“He can always throw us out again”, Tachanka eventually decides, steps forward and rings the doorbell.

It’s odd, in all the years they’ve been stationed here with Rainbow, never once have they visited Kapkan’s home nor has he extended an invitation, it’s usually been Tachanka who hosted or Glaz, both of them happy with any kind of company, and after Finka joined them, she regularly forced them to drink with her in her tiny flat. Besides their homes, the nearest pub is also always an option.

The door opens just enough for two grey eyes to peer out in suspicion. “What do you want?”

Glaz is undeterred despite the decidedly unfriendly greeting. “How lovely to see you too, Maxim, it’s been a while since we last spent some time together, so we’re here to change that.”

A beat. “Is this an intervention?”

All four of them immediately, transparently, emphatically deny it, respond with disbelieving laughter or an exaggerated scoff, and Glaz wants to facepalm at how obvious they’re being. There’s no way Kapkan is fooled for even a second.

“Go home.” The door slams shut.

Time to find a culprit in silence. Finka frowns at Fuze, grimaces even, to which the Uzbek shakes his head vehemently, pointing at Glaz who reacts with extreme indignation, throwing his hands up and gesturing vaguely in Tachanka’s direction. Their wild flailing continues until the old man once again presses his fingertip to the small button.

After Kapkan has made the fatal mistake of opening again, Tachanka shoves his foot into the small gap with impressive speed. “I will break your foot”, Kapkan growls.

“I will break your door”, the old man replies, just as serious.

They’re at an impasse. Before their exchange can turn to violence, Glaz offers a jovial: “We brought vodka and bliny, still warm.”

Kapkan heaves a sigh and steps aside to let them in. Well, to allow them to crowd the absolutely tiny room where they’re made to take off their jackets and remove their shoes despite the fact they can’t bow down without bumping into each other. Several curses and deliberate shoves later, they’ve somehow made it into the similarly-small living room that’s, uh.

Does this count as decoration?

“I’ll get some glasses”, Finka announces while the rest of them stare at various anatomy-related posters of animals, purchased probably with the intention of learning how to gut them. There’s old guns likely illegal in this country, too.

“Over my dead body.” Kapkan instantly moves between her and the closed door. “Nobody sets foot into the kitchen. Understood? Or this will be the last time you’re here.”

“It’ll be the last time anyway, you don’t even have enough chairs for us”, Tachanka booms and claims the only armchair without the hint of a bad conscience. “Nobody wants to visit an ill-tempered host who could kill you any second.”

“Then leave before I actually do it.”

While the two of them bicker some more, Glaz inspects his teammate more closely: there’s bags under Kapkan’s eyes, his hair is wilder than usual and his clothes dusted with flour. His mood is fouler than normal though Glaz does spot the hint of a smile at a particularly outrageous complaint from the old man. Despite his claims, Kapkan doesn’t seem to mind their presence.

During a moment of distraction, Kapkan slips into the kitchen to get some glasses so nobody manages to catch a glimpse, but the clear liquor quickly smooths their residual apprehension, melting it into the comfortable familiarity Glaz so cherishes. Finka comments on the foreboding art surrounding them, prompting an actual laugh from Kapkan, and a while later, they’ve all loosened up. Bliny are devoured quickly, so they order more food online, Fuze provides some questionable yet (for once) not objectionable music from his phone, and they end up sitting on the thin rug for a lack of a better option. It’s almost cosy.

However, the friendly atmosphere screeches to a halt when Finka asks, much too casually: “So, how’s your baking going?”

Kapkan tenses up instantly. “None of your business”, he grits out. “Why do you even care?”

More exchanged glances. It is time. Fuze starts: “I saw you writing down recipes during a meeting.”

“You fell asleep instead of covering me in the exercise yesterday”, Tachanka adds.

“When I asked what the weather was going to be like the next day, all you said was ‘flour’ and left.” It’s a miracle Finka delivers that line as straight-faced as she does, but Kapkan knows her too well. His face crinkles in disbelief.

“I did not.”

“No. But you could have!”

“Point is”, Glaz takes over, voice gentle, “we’re worried. You’ve been late in the mornings and leaving early in the afternoons and won’t return any messages or calls. You might be taking this small contest a little too seriously. You were baking when we arrived here, weren’t you?”

The scowl on their teammate’s face deepens. “And what’s it to you?”

“Personally”, Tachanka leans forward in his chair, “I’m just pissed you’re not sharing any of your cookies with us, while these three here missed you or something like that.”

“I’m just here for the cookies, too”, Fuze chimes in good-naturedly.

Kapkan seems unsure how to react. “It’s just a few more days. It’ll be over soon. Are you sure you’re not here out of some morbid curiosity?”

The question is followed with deafening silence, especially since the current song just ended. It couldn’t have come at a more inopportune or ominous moment.

Fuze jumps up first but Kapkan dives for his legs, causing him to crash back down, yet before the hunter can collect himself again, Glaz has hurried past them, ignoring the roar of ‘Glaz, you traitor’ behind him as he bursts into the kitchen. Kapkan is only half correct: while Glaz is indeed deadly curious, he’s also ready to support his teammate however he can. And if it means getting his friend back as well, he’s all for it.

The scene before him makes his blood run cold, though. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t this – he’s fairly sure Kapkan’s state of mind is only sometimes worrisome, the man is usually stable enough to be reasoned with. This, however, this isn’t the work of a sound mind. This is… worse than a painting by Jackson Pollock, the entire room is covered in primary colours and even more flour, the ground is painted with a thin layer of it and Glaz is fairly sure the light-grey counter was once black.

There’s biscuits everywhere, piled into every bowl, every glass, on every plate available, stacked up to the ceiling and glued together with blobs of icing. Hand-drawn pictures of flowers, hearts, even cute animals are hung up on the surfaces where cookie-stacking is impossible, providing inspiration for what likely was meant to be piped onto the bakeware yet the end result is a shaky mess. Lines are wobbly, the icing either too thin and running off the biscuit or too thick and fated to rot in discarded piping bags, all the motifs clumsy and childish.

It reminds Glaz of a scene in a horror film where the protagonist suddenly stumbles upon the gored remains of his friends.

Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating. It reminds him of the kitchen of someone who needs help, though.

Next to him, Finka utters a curse he did not dare speak himself. “You’ve gone mad”, she tells their involuntary host.

“I just wanted to make beautiful cookies”, comes Kapkan’s quiet, pitiful reply. And that’s when it all falls into place.

To check his theory, Glaz grabs a random biscuit and bites into it. Almost instantly, delicious flavour spreads on his tongue, sweet honey, warming spices – it’s been forever since he’s eaten one of these and this is certainly among the best. Once again, he inspects the room and finds his suspicions confirmed. Kapkan wasn’t trying to bake well, he was trying to decorate well, likely in an attempt of elevating his recipe even further and gaining points through presentation.

Fuze squeezes through the gap between them and begins shovelling biscuits into his mouth at a rate that Glaz stops worrying about food waste. Alright, that part of the problem is gone.

“I can show you how to keep a steady hand”, he offers to Kapkan. “And we can work out a pattern that’s easy to do and looks elegant. You don’t need this kind of elaborate design.”

“And once he’s done that, we can go drinking in earnest”, decides Tachanka, earning affirmative nods all around the room.

The hunter in their midst is, once again, at a loss for words – he likely feared judgement or ridicule, as evidenced by his shocked: “You’re not – I mean, you like them?”

“We want you to win, you idiot”, Fuze yells around a mouthful of several cookies.

“But we also want to drink with you”, adds Finka.

And Kapkan, once he’s composed himself, answers with a nod. “Alright. I think I can do both.”

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #grbo #great rainbow bake off #kac #kapkan #glaz #tachanka #finka #fuze #them problem solving is like the last braincells colliding #they would rather die than admit they all love each other

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r6shippingdelivery · 2 years

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WIP Day!

I was tagged (a few days ago, oops) by @simonxriley, thanks 💜

I have no idea who to tag for this, so if you’re following and you have a WIP you wanna share, consider yourself tagged in this show and tell!

Here’s a sneak peek at my Pride Event fic:

"I know you dislike crowds, but frowning at them like that might give people the wrong impression," Kapkan said in a vaguely amused tone.

"I was thinking of home."

That comment killed the joking mood in one fell swoop. It wasn’t what Glaz wanted, after all this event was supposed to be a celebration here, but the comparison was sobering. Glaz accepted long ago he would eventually have to pick between his personal life or his country and professional one. And while once he thought he would always pick the latter, now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Lately, he dreamt of a future with Maxim. And from what the hunter told him, Kapkan had similar thoughts too. It was both thrilling and scary, but it was also a topic for another time. For sure, this wasn't the best place to articulate any of that.

"You can keep looking at the parade and brooding if you want, but I'm going to get some drinks," Kapkan said, pointing at a nearby bar. Their entourage apparently decided it was good enough, since they were all filing in. "It's too fucking hot out here."

Glaz followed him, unwilling to let go of Kapkan's hand yet. "I'm surprised you're not swooning, really. What made you think a black tracksuit was a good choice with this heat?"

"What? It's comfy!" Kapkan defended his choice. "At least I'm not on display like you are."

The sniper laughed, because the notion that he was on display was ridiculous. He was literally wearing jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt, while there were people parading around in booty shorts and crop tops, or swimwear.

"I'm serious! That shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, and those jeans are very tight," Kapkan insisted, a sour look on his face.

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege

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wyrdo01 · 7 months

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A cool day in the bar

This video is a public recording

[play video file]

(in the recording shows the snowbell glass bar, with various patrons and Pokemon, all sitting at blue and white tables talking to one another. The camera turns to the bar table and from there roya, wyrdo and Glaz are speaking to one another, with Glaz filling up several glasses and letting Spirits the Cryogonal take and serve)

So I must ask 01, has things been fairing for you as of late?

(As soon as she finishes several glasses of Fall kalos 75 and puts them on a serving plate, spirits turned facedown and picked up the glasses before putting them on the flat back of themself and floated off)

Outside of the things going on around us, 's been pretty swell. I got to say however, a lot of things have been happening this year for me n' roya ever since I started the blog I used... The meeting of Sidon, Rune and Shane,the meeting of vanilla and Tula, the whole fucking team wrath encounter and colress and his bullshit. (This was said with immense venom)

"don't forget about you washing up to Torren ya washed up soap boat and us getting together after an actual date"

Was gettin to that prick.

(The dark teal/green haired woman rolled her eyes upon her response as she drank hot chocolate from a tea cup with Alia and Reacta drinking berry juice besides her)

then there was the vacation at sinnoh and where we met 02 and discovered 05, and lastly this meeting you at last.

(03 finished wiping her cocktail Glass as she listened onto the recap.)

Hm quite the eventful span of months I see compagnon de ligne. Oh now that you mentioned 02 and 05-

(Wyrdo chuckled upon her perked upon interest of the mention of Apairy and 05.)

"hold your rapidashes Glaz you have a bar still run ya know."

Roya's right you know. Also don't worry we'll speak to 02 soon enough. Sadly I have yet to get a full connection with 05 and we have yet to figure out where they are.

Annoying. But you're right I suppose I should get back to tending to patrons here of this establishment....

(Glaz looks at roya with a face of curiosity across her.)

Miss roya may I ask. I've noticed that you have yet to try any of the drinks here, no offense but why is that case?

(Roya looked away with a wave of bitterness upon hearing this question)

"i ain't speakin shit-"

(As she was saying her response,Wyrdo flatly answered with a green iris on his mono eyed screen)

Roya cannot drink alcohol at all. Especially since she got hospitalized by taking a sip of one of the lightest drinks available in Torren.

"Wyrdo the fuck!!!"

(Roya was appalled by Wyrdo's betrayal as they said this out loud, while not able to show it has a shit eating grin across the lcd screen)

Oh... Well that's fine, at least that means I won't have to be responsible for possible accidental murder then!

...

"..."

(Wyrdo, Roya, and her 2 pokemon look at the ice elementbot with a look that simply says 'seriously?')

...what? I'm merely speaking the truth!

(Roya facepalms, while Wyrdo rolled their eye while chuckling at the sense of humor that Glaz has before the recording paused ending it.)

[end of video file]

#ic #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #unreality #roya the ex rainbow rocket #glass connected #narrative #pkmn rp #pkmn irl #tw alcohol #murder mention tw

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demilitarised-zone · 2 years

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:) Just focus on yourself when you feel down, and a request can I have a fluffy au between freind of your fave characters?

Thank you, I will! You've been sending a lot of kind messages, so I hope you will enjoy this request even if it isn't exactly an AU. I just couldn't decide on a couple operators, so I did multiple with bonus headcannons at the end :)

Spetsnaz

Brothers in arms and far beyond that border. A tightly knit family that needs mere gazes to understand what the others want. Not the most vocal about their feelings - except for Tachanka - but they do have their own ways of expressing themselves. Wether it be Glaz trusting enough to let them watch him create, Maxim leaving his private journal in the shared dorm without second thought, or Fuze letting them tend to his wounds when he was too stubborn to admit the pain to Doc - their bond is strong and solid. Others may frown at their antics, comment how they're "anti social", seclude themselves from the others. They won't hear it, pay it no mind as they hold honesty to a high regard that plays a big part in earning their respect. Lots of late night card games with beer, bread and caviar. Peace and war forms them, draws them closer.

Quite the lively unit once they accept you into their circle.

GSG9

A colourful gang. On one side we have the never dimming sunshine of an extrovert, Blitz, but we also got the mechanic who treats his motherboard with such tender gentleness one would think it's his wife. There's our level headed IQ who takes great pride in her work and then there's Bandit, who got caught watching porn on shift. They couldn't be any more different and yet their personalities mesh into a well rounded family. One pulls the other up from whatever dark place they're in, stay by their side how ever long needed and gives them a stern pep talk if needed. Germans are direct, and these four are no exception. None other could point out their flaws in such great detail without receiving a punch to the gut in response. They're often seen bickering. Or rather, Bandit teasing Jäger in just the right ways, IQ frowning at them to cut it out, and Blitz patting her shoulder as he chuckles along, tells her to let them be. There's more to this unit than what you see on the surface.

CBRN

An pair that got along from the start. Finka has a gift for making people open up to her without crossing boundaries or pushing, she lets them come to her in their own time and way. Lion appreciates her mentality; calm yet confident, takes his pricky talk in stride and answers as unphased as she is. A capable partner he can trust on the field. He knows he needn't worry about her, but her name falls in his prayers - his way of expressing genuine concern. As much of a hothead as he is, it does him good to be cooled down, or left to steam, whichever need be. It's happened more than once though that Finka gave him a stern talk about not forgetting to turn off the lights in the lab, not to drink so much coffee or not bottling up emotions for too long. She values him greatly, although it may take him some time to realise just as much. Finka doesn't confide in just anyone about her struggles, nor does Lion listen to someone else as intently as he does to her. When one stands in the rain, the other shall be their umbrella.

Headcannons:

• Glaz and Ela like to share their art with each other. Despite their differences in technique and style they find comfort in doing so, both knowing how little satisfaction is gained from an "oh, it looks good".

• Speaking of Glaz - he can be quite lazy when it comes to chores. With Kapkan spending days on end in the woods and Fuze occupying the workshop like no other, he tends to assign some if his chores to these two. They wouldn't notice anyways, not even bothering to take a look at the shared to do list until it bites them in the ass. As it so happens, Tachanka keeps a close eye on said list, and has caught all three slacking off more than once. (The punishment being double the amount of their usual chores.)

• IQ likes to write in her free time. She not the most creative kind of person, but took an interest in poetry at a young age, and has since found it helps her express her feelings. She seldomly shares it with others. Not because she's particularly shy about it, but rather because she doesn't expect anyone to be interested; which is exactly where Blitz comes into play, who listens intently and gives good feedback for her to rely on.

• Bandit and Blitz are known for their bickering. It usually starts with Bandit being overly sarcastic, commenting on how Blitz drank his coffee or talked to that one girl, which quickly spirals into a match between them. As annoyed as Blitz acts, his voice gives away just how much fun he has roasting each other back and forth. All until someone chimes in and they team up against them. (Them aka Jäger, who tells them to shut up only to regret it minutes later.)

• What's bigger than Lion's temper? Hs love for sweets. Especially Belgian chocolate or honey filled pralines - it's not too rare of an occurrance for him to complain about stomach aches to Finka after tearing through a whole bag.

• Finka; a social chameleon who keeps up a perfect image of comradery and strength. Close with the Spetsnaz and yet much more approachable, as Harry noted on her psychology report. Little does she let on about her downs. About how draining it gets to constantly be stuck in a one on one race with her illness, how her research its frustratingly slow moments, how she spends time wallowing in thoughts of "what if?". Even someone like her has got the blues sometimes, and what better way to be put back on track than by some French hothead offering his last praline to her?

#rainbow six siege #r6s #lion #kapkan #glaz #tachanka #fuze #finka #gsg9 #bandit #jaeger #blitz #r6s headcannons #request

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angelaiswriting · 4 years

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The Contest (1 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit / Blitz / Glaz / Jäger / Tachanka x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N found herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf had)

✏️ A/N: I... ehm, am a hoe, whoops 🙊 y’all, enjoy! Thank you, Alice, for always having great dreams and for letting me write about this. 🥰 The first actual part is coming soon, I just want to write a bit more of part four to avoid dishing everything out now and making you wait for the rest.

✏️ Warnings: nothing yet, but still 18+ only for sexual themes (oral sex f/r) being discussed.

✏️ Word-count: 1,937

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

THE CONTEST | >> part two: elias >>

When Y/N entered the lounge room, the conversation was already flowing and as she was already tired from the testosterone-filled day spent at the practically almost empty base, she didn’t make much of an effort to join it. She simply reached the alcohol cabinet, poured herself some whiskey, and sat down in one of the empty armchairs, ready to allow her drink and her friends’ voices in the background to fully relax her.

The day she had ahead was another one of those boring days. She was base-bound for the time being: other teams had been sent on various missions and only a bunch of operators had been left behind “on hold”. It wasn’t that bad: it meant having some days off, but those days often felt way too long and their emptiness brought up a heavy boredom she didn’t always know how to banish.

Her head had just leaned back against the cool faux leather of the armchair when her ears picked up bits of the conversation the boys were having and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Eating pussy is not a hobby,” Glaz was saying matter-of-factly.

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and the sip of whiskey that was halfway down her throat almost choked her.

“That’s something someone who doesn’t know how to eat pussy would say,” was Dominic’s reply. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips almost pursed in disbelief at what his friend had just said. But then, when his gaze swept over and settled on Y/N, sitting right opposite him with the low coffee table separating them, his expression relaxed and his free hand, the one not holding his beer, came up to stroke his beard. “Have you ever eaten pussy so good you start considering learning how to breathe out of your ears?” he said and although he wasn’t talking directly to her, he was talking about her. He had told her just that a couple of weeks ago; he had groaned those words right against the chafed and tender skin of her inner thighs as she was still shivering with the aftershocks of her umpteenth orgasm, and she had breathlessly chuckled out loud at the mental picture that concept had painted in her mind.

At that, Marius laughed, a sound right from deep down his throat as Elias coughed in the attempt not to choke on his own drink. “You know no discretion.”

“Of course not! This motherfucker just said eating pussy can’t be considered a hobby!” Burning with disbelief, Dominic took a long sip of his beer and as he did so, he settled better in his armchair and allowed his ankles to cross as he rested his feet on the coffee table. “You learn how to eat delicious, juicy pussy, Glazkov,” he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upwards, “and then we’ll see if you still don’t change your mind.”

Timur groaned something in Russian and Alex cackled next to him. “I already know how to eat pussy, Christ. I bet I’m even better than you at it. You’re just boasting, but it’s all smoke in the eyes.”

Alexsandr proclaimed his agreement with a raise of his drink and before Dominic had the time to speak again, Y/N intervened, hoping to put an end to the discussion.

“Are you guys really arguing about your oral skills?” she scoffed, pulling her knees closer as her head leaned back against the headrest of the armchair. “How old are you, fifteen?”

“Listen, you know I’m right.” Dominic’s insistence threatened to make her smile, but hiding it was easy behind the rim of her tumbler. “You have to get down eye-level with your woman’s pussy and give it your fucking best. If you don’t go down on her like that’s the best thing you’ll ever do in your days, then you better leave the room to the pro.”

“Who, you?” Marius scoffed, eyeing his friend up and down before rolling his eyes at his Well, yeah, of course.

“Oh, fuck off. What are you, the self-proclaimed Cunnilingus Lord?”

“I don’t see anyone else worthy of that title here, so yeah, sure.”

There was a sudden uproar of “You clearly haven’t seen my women with me between their legs,” and “I’m sure you don’t even know where the clit is,” until Glaz’s voice seemed to drown out the others.

“You’re so full of bullshit, Brunsmeier.”

“I won’t let a child with his mom’s milk still on his upper lip insult me!” And while everyone’s words felt heavy and tense in the silence of the base, they all knew it was just a way to tease each other in the vain attempt to liven things up in these days’ placidity. Maybe an impromptu fight was just what they needed to have some fun.

But then, as Timur and Dominic stared each other down, Y/N’s soft laughter catalyzed the men’s attention onto something else. “I can’t believe you’re really about to fight over this. Why don’t you just sit in a circle and jerk each other off? The tension in here is palpable. When was the last time y’all had an orgasm?” She smirked and when she turned and caught Alex’s almost-shocked facial expression, something she never thought she’d one day see at the mention of sex, she chuckled some more. “You should place bets, and then come back and see who’s actually the best. The winner wins the money and the title of Cunnilingus Lord.” It was a joke, one she didn’t think would have a follow-up.

Silence ensued, and she would swear she could hear their brains work at maximum capacity as they mulled over her words. She knew how filthy-mouthed and filthy-minded these men could be — and she had spent more time with them than she had ever done before the past week — but it was still somewhat surprising to catch them red-handed as they fought about who had it bigger — or, in this case, who ate pussy out the best.

“What about a contest?” was Alexsandr’s proposal. He was sitting with his legs spread open and his hands in-between them, still holding onto his shot glass.

Everyone seemed to agree on his proposal and for a moment, as they spoke their minds, Y/N let her eyes close once more: if they wanted to challenge each other to a stupid contest, let them. The peace didn’t last long, though, because at some point, just as she was contemplating a nice bath instead of a shower before hitting the sack, someone called her name, and her eyes shot open just in time to see Dominic’s mischievous grin before it disappeared for good.

“I was saying,” he spoke up again, voice slow and measured as his feet came to rest on the floor and his legs spread a little wider, catching her eye, “that you would make an excellent judge.”

“And a partial one,” complained Marius, to which Dominic complained with a But she loves getting head! “We all know you two spend more time in the same bed than you do in separate rooms.”

She scoffed at that, more annoyed at the thought that someone would think she’d make someone else win on purpose than she was at the fact that she had just been brought into such a game. “Just because I’ve seen his dick more than I’ve seen yours doesn’t mean I don’t know how to judge good oral skills.” She frowned.

“It’s settled then.” Timur was grinning and his eyes seemed to twinkle under the lights of the room. “We eat you out, and you proclaim the winner.”

“Slow down, I never said I’d participate in your silly game.”

“But you also didn’t seem that opposed to it a second ago,” Dominic remarked. He was smirking again, and she knew he had something in mind. “You make the rules, and drop out if things start getting uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” Elias smiled, trying to look more innocent than she knew he was. “We care about you; you know we’d never push anything that could cause you discomfort.”

She eyed them all, one after the other, pondering the pros and cons of having these five men’s faces between her legs and not because of some chokehold during training. She had no problem saying yes to Dominic — she had been saying yes to him for longer than she could actually recall, and he had never disappointed. But it still felt rather weird to know that while it was just sex and they weren’t exclusive, that man was okay with that. He knew how to be possessive, but he wasn’t exactly jealous, and although they had never talked about it, she had never thought of him as someone who would share so willingly.

Unless his ego was at stake, though, apparently.

“There won’t be any dick involved,” she decided eventually. “I don’t know about clothes yet, but if I say you must keep them on, you will keep them on, understood?”

There followed a chorus of Yes, Ma’am and although her body relaxed against the leather of her armchair, she found herself squeezing her thighs together.

“No toys allowed, but fingers are fair game,” she added. “Scratch that, their use is highly encouraged. We can do it anywhere you want as long as it’s somewhere private. But absolutely no exhibitionism: there’s only going to be me and one of you in the room at a time. Only one person in a day, for God’s sake, I have other things to do other than being the judge for your stupid game.”

“Deal,” was Elias and Timur’s rushed reply and they exchanged a look at the simultaneity of the action.

“I’m not done,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I’d say the rule is only one orgasm per participant but if you’re good at it — and you’ll understand it from my reaction —, you have free reign to give me another.” It was a plain attempt at riling Dominic up because it had been clear, just a few moments ago, that he thought he was the best, la crème de la fucking crème when it came to giving head to a woman, and a sick part of her wished she could be able to challenge him that tad bit more. “I don’t care about the order you decide to follow, that’s your business. I’d just like for you to let me know at least the day prior, so that if I’m busy with something Rainbow, we can reschedule.” She sat back for a moment, thinking of something else to add, but she came up empty-ended. “Now, if you accept these rules, you’re in, otherwise forget about getting close to my pussy.”

They all agreed, and they all promised they’d be good boys and behave.

“What’s the final prize?” Alexsandr inquired after a while, almost absent-mindedly.

“The knowledge that the winner is the best in this room at eating pussy? I thought that would be enough,” she laughed. “You can bet real money, that’s your business. But,” and she stared right in Dominic’s eyes as she prepared herself for what was to leave her lips, “another go between my legs could be put up for grabs.”

Dominic’s That’s out of discussion! put the others’ exclamations of jubilee to silence. “You go down on her only once, you fuckers. That’s it.”

Her grin at his reaction only widened when Timur spoke up again.

“What are you worried about?” And then, to the others, barely holding back his laughter, “Maybe the expert isn’t really that great after all.”

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junejalow · 3 years

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"I tried to warn you" R6 operators/oc

So a friend of mine from Discord, Cammie08 wanted a bar fight with Lion getting defensive over Rook that included my character Saulo "Chameleon" Benjamin with her police oc Venny Warwick who worked with Saulo's unit a few times. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Idel chatter, music thumbing in the background, people dancing in the middle of the large bar room, the smell of alcohol and food lingering in the air around the bar. A good friday night for the Rainbow operators. Harry had given them two weeks off to do as they please, a small handful of them went home to spend the down time with family and friends. The other's had decided this bar was a good start to their relaxing two weeks. They had nearly taken up one corner of the place, moving tables and chairs together to fit their large group. Their own idle chatter, stories, card and drinking games, sharing food, bellowing laughter, singing. All of it was a major stress relief for them.

"Did I ever tell y'all how Saulo got that scar on his face?" Asked the man sitting beside the urban expert. Saulo had introduced him upon arrival as an old work buddy from his Delta Force days, Venny Warrick had near 30 years experience working in police joint units. The very reason they met in the first place and continued to work off and on before Chameleon's departure to Rainbow. The aforementioned man gave a sharp jab to his side.

"What? It was funny!"

"Like hell it was! Never liked birds after that."

"Must be quite the story then, I would love to hear it." Timur piped in across from them, nursing a beer bottle in his hands.

"No, no you don't." Saulo replied quickly before Venny could, earning a snicker from the police man. "I'ma tell you anyways, I take the beating later." His friend said, shifting away when the other tried to snag him only for Maxim to swing an arm around his boyfriend and pull him and his chair closer. Effectively keeping him from moving.

"Really Maxim?!"

"What? I want to hear it as well, I find anything about you amusing and interesting. You know that." Calmly replied the trapper.

"Right right, so we were held up in Norway around Oppdal. We had this hot lead on a arms dealer who was using the storms around the area to cover their tracks and we were sitting outside just eating and enjoying a good warm meal and this bird of some kind literality came out of no where and snatched food from Saulo, gashed his lip in the process. It took months before we let him live it down." Venny told them, eyes gleaming with the memory as the table erupted in laughter and chuckles at the story.

"You fucker, Y'all tormented me every single time I ate somethin'!"

"And you was funny as hell too!"

"So you ain't gon' tell them about the time you got tied ta a bed while drunk?"

"Whoa whoa, time out there mate. Was this all in good fun or was a girl involved?" James asked from a few seats down, one hand mindlessly twisting around in Mark's short curly hair as the younger operator was leaning against him. Everyone always though they were a cute couple.

"Well I guess that's fair right? One story for another." Venny replied, downing the rest of his beer.

"And to answer your question good sir, there was a girl involved. So long story short, someone in the joint unit decided some sketchy bar on the edge of town was a good place to just knock back a few drinks before we head home after a successful mission. I got drunk worse than a nine eyed dog ever dared to be an-" He was cut off by Shutrat snorting and nearly spitting out his vodka.

"A nine eyed dog? What the fuck is that?"

"I believe it's an American term for a very drunk person." Jager replied from across the Russian, swatting Bandit's hand away as the other German attempted to steal his french fries. He mumbled under his breath about Elias having some and shoved his hand away again.

"Pretty much so." Venny replied, "Just a southern term I learned from Saulo. He thought us a lot over the course of our missions together."

"Look y'all kept askin' what I called different things so I told y'all."

"That... is a very odd term." Fuze mumbled.

"And calling Aleksandr 'Sasha’ isn't strange?" Marias asked, grinning at his boyfriend. Shutrat shot him a glance across the table, cold stormy grey eyes piercing into warm honey brown eyes.

"You leave that nickname alone Mari." The engineer raised his hands in mock defeat, knowing better that to push the Russian on subjects.

"Back to the story!" Smoke protested, growing impatient to hear the end.

"He was basically lead ta a back room by one of the dancer's and thang's got complicated, she tied him up, stole his wallet and we already knew somethin' happened because no one gets laid that fast." Chameleon chuckled, earning a playful glare from his friend.

"No bloody way! Why do ya like that mate?"

"Unfortunately, but she didn't get away. Perks of working with half a police and military unit."

One story turned into another, many of the operator's recalling times of fun moment. Dominic's best pranks, Maxim's CQC record attempt that disarming 4 people in quick session, Tachanka and Finka's drinking contest on base that ended with Doc forcing both of them to puke their guts out to avoid alcohol poisoning, Kali and Glaz's sniping contest which both were disturbed on when they caught sight of Lion chasing down Smoke over a prank Bandit came up with. The talk soon turned to missing places from their home towns, what they wanted to go see again and where they would visit on the next down time.

"Right well, I'ma go get more drinks." Saulo said as he stood up with Rook who offered to help carry. They got everyone's orders and headed off to the bar, Saulo watched the bartender fill out the orders with trained actions retaining to muscle memory and years of work while he chatted with Julian about different things. "Was that story true? The one Venny said about your scar?" Rook asked with a genuine smile. "Sadly. I'm honestly terrified of birds now. Fucker's just unsettle me." Chameleon replied, shaking his head a bit with a chuckle. "So that's why Monty doesn't bring Doux around, he never told us. I personally think she's a beautiful parrot." "I kindly asked him not ta speak about it but I'll agree she's pretty. Just don't want her near me is all." "Seems fair mon ami (my friend)." He agreed, taking a few drinks to add them in with the growing collection. A sudden presence behind them had both operator's tensing, thankfully Rook was the first to speak to the large man behind them. He greeted him with a smile, "We'll be out of the way soon." "I didn't come for a drink, I came for you short stuff. Been watching you since you came in." Julien shifted a bit closer to Saulo, he disliked starting anything or being center of attention. "I'm here with my friends and my boyfriend sir, I would very much love to return too them."

"I don't thank you understood my clearly, you're going to come back with me to my table and enjoy some drinks with us." "Olivier really wouldn't like that...Please move so we can return to our table." "What? That blond you were sitting with? He looks soft." "Sir... please I won't ask again. And don't try to start anything with him, he's a lot stronger than he looks. It's a warning for your own safety." Lion flicked his gaze from the card game in front of over to the bar, he noticed the uneasy expression his boyfriend held and slowly put down his cards much to Gustave's and Emmanuel's confusion until they followed his gaze over to the source of his distraction. Gilles released a knowing sigh. To say Lion was simply protective over Julien was a serious understatement. He was fiercely possessive, protective and loyal to anyone close too him. Rook's brow furrowed as he frowned at something the man had said, before he or Saulo could say anything he heard a chair from the table squeak across the floor followed by a booming voice that belonged to Lion, the name keeping his namesake. "Hey asshole!" The large french man barked as he stormed over, piercing blue eyes glaring pure anger into the civilian. Lion held nearly 7 inches on the man and had a much larger build. "I tried to warn you." Rook mumbled under his breath. "Get lost and leave them alone." Olivier snarled at the man who give a defiant look. "What? Thank you're scary just because you got muscle? I've been boxing for over 10 years and won several belts, you look like someone who just works out for fun." The arrogant man chuckled which was quickly cut off by Lion surging forward, the man's face met the bar with a loud thud. Thankfully Saulo and Julien had ben quick in moving with the drinks, careful not to spill any as a few of their friends cheered from their table. Lion twisted one of the man's arms behind his back, holding it there in a iron drip. "I don't care how long you've been boxing, don't speak to my boyfriend again. Understood?" He said with a deathly calm tone, he wasn't playing and Rook knew it. His worry starting to pool in his stomach as the owner came out from the back, upon seeing the operator's he had come to know he sighed and motioned for the bartender to clear out. He knew better than to get involved with the soldiers when someone pissed them off. Soon enough the man against the bar had called for his friends to help out instead of sitting down which got rainbow's attention. Smoke standing from his spot beside Mute, Montagne joining him along side Kapkan, Doc and Tachanka. They quickly got involved in the fight after a punch was thrown, by who no one could see outside the mass. All that mattered was the fact that the fight was over in minutes, the offending group at the feet of the operators. People around them cheered as they returned to their table, Lion gently wrapping an arm around Rook to guide him back. They passed around the drinks that had been ordered and acted as if nothing happened. Gustave inspected everyone for a moment, stopping at Olivier's hand right hand for any damage but boxing with James had toughened his skin, it only had light marks that would most likely bruise later but lesson learned to the other people. It was soon made better Julien linking his left arm with Lion's right as they sat back down, his smaller hand gently rubbing across his knuckles to sooth the irritated skin.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, eventually the bar closed and they had to leave. Saulo gave Venny a hug and promised to meet up again. Thankfully the bar wasn't that far from the base and most of them walked back while other's went to their apartments two blocks away. Little pieces of heaven away from work on the rare times they got away from work. The base settled down after drunken laughter and helping each other to their dorms, thankfully Doc and Montagne had stayed sober enough to make sure of that. They were like the responsible parents of the operator's that always checked in on everyone and watched like hawks for any issues. Doc made his rounds before bed and helped Montagne go about setting out drinks and meds for hang over's in the morning. Once that was done and everyone were in there respective rooms, the two GIGN operator's went back to their dorm and went to bed together.

#Kapkan #Doc #Tachanka #Lion #Rook #Montague #Glaz #Fuze #Smoke #Mute #Jager #Bandit #Kali #Twitch #Oc's #requests #fanficion

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ekhap · 3 years

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The Beginning

And, with the first post on this account minutes ago, I am proud to present my first story for this tumblr - the Beginning. Bandit/Montagne, Rated T

Read it here! or below!

“I need you to look at me, okay? Look at me – everything is going to be okay. I swear.”

It wasn’t. He’s lying through his teeth and Dom knows it.

—*—

When Dominic Brunsmeier joined Rainbow, it was the break of a lifetime. He could start new – create a whole new persona that only Elias would see through. A persona that he could feel comfortable in.

Harry calls it a coping mechanism. Dom, though? It’s an asset of the highest degree.

Only when he joined and was faced with 18 new faces – he had never even heard of a Monika Weiss or Marius Streicher in the GSG9 – that he realized his mistake. These weren’t his buddies in Hell’s Angels, or even the normal workaholics in the GSG9, but battle-hardened professionals. Quite frankly, they could care less about how he presented himself. So he made them care.

Luckily, this didn’t make him too many enemies. In fact, he buddied up with the SAS bum who insists everyone call him Smoke. He says it’s to add to his mystique, but Dom just so happens to know that it’s reallybecause if another colleague calls him Jamie he will go feral.

A former alcoholic and a father to an adopted daughter. Yet again, someone who simply does not care who or what he is, but how much he can drink, prank the others, and win bets. They sabotage the coffee machine justright to make Thatcher infuriated when his tea taste like metal, and they giggle like schoolkids getting away with something.

Then, Dom’s eyes wander. Aurelia “Six” Arnot takes regular trips to other countries to scout out other counter-terrorism unit. American, Canadian, Brazilian, and Japanese men and women join the already-crowded halls of Hereford, and Dom thinks.

Thinks about how close the Spetznaz are, yes, but specifically how Kapkan and Glaz always drift towards each other before Fuze and Tachanka. How Rook looks when he gets off the phone after talking in excited French. How Thermite gravitates towards Pulse, who could really care less. How that traitor Smoke smacks Mute’s behind before demanding he make out with him. And then how Mute does. In the middle of the workshop.

Dom thinks, and he doesn’t like the thoughts his brain is spitting out.

—*—

“Please, put a little bit of effort in, Dom, we got to get you out in one piece.” A shot rings out in the distance.

The mission was supposed to be quick. The hostage was in a small holding cell, awaiting execution. Six had told them that they most likely had twelve hours to raid the Spanish cell of terrorists before they executed the hostage. A woman named Miriam, a scientist at the peak of her career, but the other operators could care less.

Dom cares. He remembers. Doesn’t do anything with the information, but she deserves a name. He missed his when he was undercover.

Bad Intel, he can imagine Six’s voice saying. He’ll be in the hospital when Ash gives the debrief, and he can imagine the casualty report - soclose to being pristine. Too bad he got shot, but at least it wasn’t dear Miriam.

Who the fuck is carrying him, anyways?

—*—

When he first approaches Marius, it didn’t go as successfully as he had hoped. Though, he should have expected that, as asking him directly, “Want to come back to my place,” with no preamble at the local bar would have made anyone confused. If Dom was being honest, though, the way he spit out his drink was hilarious.

When Marius awkwardly tries to explain that sorry, I’m not interested you in that way, Dom’s eyes are already drifting. There’s a brunette in the corner showing off her cleavage, but she’s giggling with her friends and raiding a party isn’t Dom’s style. Right now, anyways. A guy with a strong face sitting three bar stools away from Marius, exactly Dom’s type, except for the fact that he’s drinking tea. At a pub not a mile away from a military base. That strong face is already only surface level, in Dom’s eyes.

When Marius asks if he’s paying attention, he looks back down at the poor engineer blushing, as if he was putting himself out there.

“No, I wasn’t.” Dom says, kisses Marius on the cheek, and before Marius can retaliate, confidently strides off. Monika comes out of the bathroom and looks at Marius quizzically before he shakes his head.

So, no, Dom’s first journey into Rainbow’s pants didn’t go specifically as planned, but he still tried, didn’t he? And so what if it stung a bit to see Marius blushing at Doc the next day, Dom’s mind had already moved past any thought of the awkward engineer. Surely. And so what if Doc was confused when Marius thanked him profusely for the chocolates, and asked him out. Finally. It was all a part of Dom’s plan.

If he couldn’t do the job, someone else can do it better.

—*—

It’s an agonizing turn of the head to see his savior’s face. Previously, he had just lolled his head back and was happy that someone decided to check if he was alive or not.

Strong jawline. Hard-set eyes. Balaclava obscuring everything else about his face.

“I’m going to adjust you, alright? Tell me if you’re in pain.” It’s a French accent, and oh if luck would have it that Doc was carrying him out of the building. After Chimera and Truth or Consequences, there was the off-chance that it was Lion carrying him out, but Dom doubts that he would make any effort after Dom told him he deserved to get punched by Thatcher. And after he told him that he could fuck his sky daddy if he loved him so much.

Finally, the man stops walking, adjusts his hold on Dom, and digs his fingers directly into the wound site. It’s all Dom can do to groan to try to make his savior aware.

He gets the hint, and moves his hand so it’s gripping a bit further up on his thigh.

—*—

Then something happens a year into Rainbow. August 13th, exactly. A day of mourning for Dom, but for those that don’t get the hint, a day to throw presents at him and act like they care.

Some of them do, actually. Smoke gets him an explicit t-shirt he found online with a woman sitting on a man’s face. Elias throws him a gift card and tells him to go buck wild. Marius, surprisingly, gives him an intricate machine made of inter-locking gears that all turn simultaneously. It’s an invitation, though not the same one Dom extended at the bar. It sits on his desk that he never uses, now, and reminds him why he still talks to the engineer endlessly infatuated with the doctor.

First, Rook is comforted by Elias. This sets the springboard for the two men to snap together like magnets, almost worse than the disaster couple in the SAS. They’re awkward, cute, and fawn over each other and it makes Dom want to hurl every time he sees them interact.

Second, Blitz introduces Montagne to him. A man that matches his namesake in how he towers over Bandit, but shocks him with how nice he is. He stands in stark contrast to the bubbly Rook, excruciatingly serious Doc, and analytical Twitch with his niceties.

Gilles, he says his name is. But everyone calls him Monty.

Third, Dom goes drinking. This, in of itself, would be hardly worth mentioning, but drowning in the reminders of his brother, how Cedric could have been here instead of him and Dom would have been just as happy for him, he looses sense of time at some point. His last memory of that night is sizing up a short woman with cropped black hair, and he wakes up in a bed with Monty, clinging to his arm.

So, technically, the something happens one day after, but it’s all the same to Dom.

After staring at the mountain of a man for entirely too long, he begins to wake up. Stretches the arm that’s free, shakes himself out a bit, all before he opens his eyes.

They’re a beautiful icy blue.

“Good morning,” Gilles mumbles.

Dom simply moans. Quietly. Staring at his neck.

Then, it all hits him. His head starts pounding, and he feels like throwing up violently into the nearest receptacle. He turns onto his back and groans openly.

“Here, take this,” Dom glances over and sees two pills extended out. He gingerly picks them up, and is offered a glass of water. He takes it and takes greedy gulps. Gilles chuckles lightly next to him.

“So, uh,” Dom starts, forcing himself to look back at the man, still holding the glass of water and no longer clinging to the other man’s arm. “How was the sex? Because, really, I cannot remember any of it.”

“Dom, we didn’t- I would never-” Gilles begins tripping over himself to explain himself. It’s endearing. Almost. Gilles stops and clears his throat. “I, uh, Elias called me, and asked me to check for you at the bars in the area. He said he checked the three closest to Hereford but had to get back to base. He said that he would’ve called Marius but he wanted to make sure that you came back in one piece. I found you slumped in a bar stool, and I brought you back to base, but you-uh, didn’t have your key readily accessible. So, here we are.”

“So here we are.” It’s a story that makes sense. He hasn’t been able to pick anyone up since his days in Hell’s Angels, when he shaved his head and looked more intimidating than attractive. But, there is one question.

“So why the hell am I wrapped around your arm?”

“You wouldn’t let go of me last night, I was going to sleep in the living room but you’ve got a surprisingly strong grip when drunk, you know?”

“So I’ve been told.”

—*—

The blinding light of the sun forces Dom to close his eyes, and when he’s roughly laid down onto a stretcher that he realizes, yes, he survived that ordeal, and no, he didn’t lay on the floor for a period of time after getting shot in nearly the same spot.

It’s hard, but he turns his head towards the man who saved him and sees the massive riot shield that could only belong to one man.

—*—

Nothing changes. Monty is the highest form of the good – the perfect person to fall in love with.

So Dom doesn’t. It’s easy, he was in denial about who he really was for seven years, what’s a flight of fancy.

Except he keeps happening.

The two go out drinking. Dom, for the first time, goes a month without blacking out. Then two. Then he stops keeping count. As Elias becomes more and more infatuated with Rook, surprising even himself with how much he could dote on another man, Monty becomes a permanent figure in Dom’s life.

It’s disorienting. And almost unwelcome if he wasn’t so… Monty. Stable, kind, awkwardly funny Monty.

Then he mentions an ex-wife, and everything is almostperfect. Why get your hopes up when they have no chance of being interested in you? After all, Monty has never expressed interest in anyone, no man nor woman, so the most logical solution is that he’s straight and retired from dating.

Then, of course, Dom ends up in Monty’s lap desperately making out with him. Or bouncing on his cock. Or mouth filled with that same, succulent-

And he always wakes up in a slightly cold sweat, slightly panicked, feeling just slightly off. He can’t even look at any of the other people at the bar without thinking but what if? And, really, it’s too hopeful for Dom’s liking.

When he brings it up to Smoke, the other man’s cheeks are flushed from an interaction with Mute. It’s the only time that he seems to have for Dom anymore, but he doesn’t mind, not with a mountain of a man slowly wedging his way into his life as a permanent figure. Just ask him, mate he said. Worst he can say is no, but he’s wrong. It could be somuch worse.

—*—

What happens in the next few minutes is a solid blur for Dom. He sees Doc’s face, eyes full of judgement as if it was his fault he got shot through a wall. Stares at Monty’s back as he debriefs Ash on the situation, who writes it down diligently. Feels a piercing pain in his thigh as the bullet is taken out, and he finally, finally, slips into the unconscious world.

—*—

He doesn’t ask Monty for anything. It’d be too rude, to ask the man who graces him with his presence for more than that. He basks in the man like a cat in the sun, and when they get drunk enough to crave physical contact, Dom files those memories away for lonely nights. Never reaching what Dom would deem perfect, but who can claim to have that, anyways?

Time passes. He finds out that before everything, Monty was considering going to a music school for the cello, and Dom can’t help but chortle imagining the trained killer sitting on a stage, brow furrowed in concentration as he plays. Monty delves deep enough into Bandit’s past to find the trauma, and they spend a night in Dom’s room, the owner crying into the other’s arms.

File, file, file.

It’s years later, with their relationship built on respect and genuinely enjoying each other’s friendship that Flores is recommended to the new Six, Harry, that Bandit takes a good look at his life. Desperately clinging onto a crush that could have otherwise been easy enough to push underneath a pillow and suffocate, should he have chosen to cut off all contact.

He thinks about Goyo and Blackbeard, whispering with smiles on their faces, then fighting five minutes later. Kapkan and Glaz always carpooling. Elias and Rook considering getting a bigger apartment.

It’s so fucking unfair. But fair isn’t what Dom asked for, did he?

Flores waltzes into Rainbow, and smiles when he talks about his husband. How if Rainbow proved stable enough, he’d fly him out to live in Hereford. Picture perfect, the essence of stability.

So Dom makes a move. Sees his surroundings, and refuses to remain, what he sees, as an outlier.

—*—

When Dom wakes up, he’s in the nearest hospital. The clinical white lighting blinds him for a second, but when he comes to his senses, he takes a look around his room.

It’s perfectly clean, no flowers, personal items, or anything, really. The clothes he wore on the mission sit in a neat pile in one of the two chairs, and in the other sits the mountain of a man who Dom has come to rely upon. Sleeping peacefully, his head lolled forward. He’s too perfect to disturb.

Luckily, staring at Monty seems to have done enough to disturb him, and he begins his long process of waking up that, so far, Dom has only seen once. The scrunch of the shoulders, raising of the elbows, big sigh, all before he opens crystal blue eyes.

What beauty, wasted on Dom.

“Hey,” Dom says, voice gravelly. He would cough but he worries Monty would see him as sick or weakand he worries about Monty worrying.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” And there it is, the slight smile, just a bit slighter since last time he saw it.

“Should I ask about the sex or is that too far?” And, yes, there it is, the killer smile that could make Dom faint again.

“It was alright, would’ve been better if you weren’t bleeding out, but,” he reaches a hand out to Dom’s face and strokes his thumb over the cheekbone. It’s so comforting that Dom has trouble breathing for a second. “I was thinking, though.”

“That’s never good.”

“No, you’re right, it’s not.” He takes the comforting warmth away and grabs a hold of Dom’s hand. “But I think, once you get out, we should talk. Does Augusta’s sound good?”

And Dom flashes back.

Do you think we could go somewhere different? He asked.

Somewhere different how?

Augusta’s has great food, even Maestro approves of her cooking.

Are you asking me out?

And Dom shuts the fuck up and shakes his head.

“Augusta’s sounds perfect.” And Dom can’t stop smiling.

Maybe, just maybe, Monty wasn’t lying on the battlefield. It could, just maybe, be alright.

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sweetdonutwolf · 4 years

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R6S How You Met (SPETSNAZ)

I tried my best writing these staying as true to their characters as possible. This is for the Spetsnaz operators onlyKapkan, Tachanka, Glaz and Fuze

Warnings: Hunting and killing of animals, death of an animal. Very mild and I mean MILD smut in the form a quick kiss

Y/n= Your name

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Spetsnaz

Kapkan:

While out hunting you spotted a deer, it was a nice big buck, a 10 point by the looks of it.You pulled back on your bow steadying your aim. Letting the arrow go you watched as it headed for the target. A gunshot rung out in the distance, startled you looked away from the deer for a moment, it must have been another hunter close by. You headed towards the buck now dead on the ground.

As you walked over another figure appeared, a man walked up to the buck and started to pick it up.

“Hands off my deer dude” You were stern with your voice.

“Your deer?” The man had a just as stern voice.

“The deer with the arrow sticking out of its side, yeah its mine.” You flipped the animal over revealing the broken arrow sticking out from its heart. “See”

“You see this?” He turned the deer back over pushing its leg forward. He looked up at you, a bullet wound was clearly visible. “I got the shot off first therefor it’s my kill” he began picking the deer up. “Now I’ll take my deer and be on my way, better luck next time.”

“Wait lets talk about this.” It was a decent sized 10 point buck, the biggest you’ve ever shot and you weren’t going to let it go that easily.

You guys began going over proof as to why it was your kill arguing back and fourth. After about 30 minutes of trying to figure it and not knowing who actually shot it first you guys decided to talk it over at a local bar.

At the bar you and him completely got side tracked with other conversations laughing your asses of completely forgetting about the damn deer, which by the way was in the back of his truck.

“So you’re telling me that you hid so well during hide and seek as a kid that they called search and rescue on you?” You began laughing.

“ It was a proud moment from my childhood” He laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Even search and rescue couldn’t find me till I came back out and greeted them.”

You raised your glass up. “That’s impressive, it explains your hunting skills”

“What about you how did you get so good at hunting?” He put his glass back down.

You looked him dead in the eye. “I hunted down all my Ex’s who wronged me.” You tried not to smile when you saw his expression change. You gave him a quick nudge on the shoulder laughing. “I’m kidding of course”.

“ I thought so” He looked relieved as if he actually believed you. “Plus with your hunting skill I’m surprised they haven’t found any bodies”. He gave you a nudge back.

“Ha-ha very funny but probably true”.You both had a little laugh.

The night went on and after another round of drinks he drunkenly gave you the buck saying it was gift to you for being so beautiful. You blushed which made him smile.

You guys had to be kicked out of the bar once it closed, neither one of you wanted to leave, you haven’t had this much for a while. Before parting ways he helped you haul it into your truck and you gave him your number as a thank you after all you guys seem to hit it off pretty well.

You fumbled for your keys and you soon realized none of you were in the condition to drive.

You both called a cab and with very good persuasion he got your cab driver to agree to you letting the dead buck in the car with you as long as you kept it covered of course.

“I had a very fun time, I never got your name though.” He asked as he kindly opened the cab door for you.

“Oh right, it’s y/n” you sat down in the cab and looked up at him. “And yours?”

“Maxim Basuda” He held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you Maxim, thank you for the wonderful time.” Your hand met his and you gave it a friendly shake.” Next time I’ll teach you the proper way to hunt”. You let a little smile appear on your face.

“And I’ll teach the proper way to wrap a dead deer” He smiled and pointed to the dead animal next you in the car with its hoof hanging out.

You let out a little laugh. “Deal, goodnight Maxim, we’ll have to do this again soon”

“Till next time” He gently closed the door and the cab pulled away.

You went home that night feeling happier than you have in ages. Who knew from an argument that so much laughter could follow. Maxim called you the next day and planned your next outing together.

Tachanka:

Sitting at the reception desk bored out of your mind you checked the schedule for today, it was fully booked. The door opened looking up the man caught you eye almost immediately. A big burly looking man came towering in, his presence alone shifted the feel of the room for you. You sat at the reception desk not knowing you were staring at him as he approached. He waved his hand in front of your face.

“Are you blind?” he continued to wave his hand in front of you. “Deaf too i see.”

“I’m so sorry, I---I was just lost in thought sir, how can I help you?”. You perked back up embarrassed by what just happened.

“I have an appointment for Alexsandr Senaviev, it’s for 11:30″ He let out a grin. You realized you were blushing and now thinking about it made you blush even more.

You quickly checked for his appointment, your cheeks still flushed from before. What was this man doing to you? You have only known him for less than 5 seconds and he’s already made you all flustered.

“I’m sorry, What time was the appointment?” You realized you got lost in your own thoughts thinking about him. His charm was something else you thought.

“So you are deaf” He said back in a joking tone. “It’s for 11:30″.

You finally confirmed his appointment and asked him if he could wait in the waiting room.

You kept telling yourself not to stare but you found yourself looking up at him on more than one occasion. Luckily you never caught eyes with him. You just couldn’t get over this gut feeling you had about him, he held himself so confidently. He was a big man after all but you felt a gentleness to him like underneath his rugged exterior was a soft hearted man and that kept drawing you closer to him and made you even more curious.

He finally got called back after what seemed like for ever. He walked by you and you looked at him once more. His eyes meet yours, you began to feel your cheeks go red again and quickly looked away. You were in love. I can’t be you kept telling yourself, it was foolish to feel this way about a stranger.

About an hour passed and Alexsandr came walking back out and stopped at your desk for a brief moment.

“We already have your next appointments planned out for the next couple of months sir” You looked up at him.

“I wanted to give you my number” He slid you a piece of paper.

“W-We already have that Sir” confusion filled your voice.

“I know but this one is my personal number” A grin grew on his face again making you blush for who knows how many times in a row now.”I’d like to take you out for dinner sometime, if that’s okay.”

“I-I-----” You were at a loss for words.

“ I’ll take that as a yes then.” He left the paper on your desk and began to turn around to leave.

“Yes!” You don’t even know where that word came from, you just said it without even thinking. “I’d love to”. You began to smile as well.

Alexsandr gave you a nod and headed out the building. Of course you watched him till the last second.

Your whole work day from then was spent daydreaming about the perfect date you’d have with him. You went home that night with butterflies in your stomach anxiously waiting for him to reach out to you.

You guys went on your first date a week later. It was better than you expected way better, you had a feeling he was with his boisterous humor and booming laugh. You guys hit it off right away as if you were old friends and the rest is history.

Glaz:

Wondering the exhibits of the art museum always had a way of calming you. You felt connected to the pieces as if each one would take you to a whole different world, each piece had a painter and each painter had a story to tell through their work.

You finally reached the last room where your favorite painting hung alone in the back. Often overlooked, the painting of a lone bird perch on a tree branch spoke to you more than any other painting did. You stood looking at the delicately painted bird thinking how he resembled you in a way, all alone with people right next to you and in his case birds flying high in the background.

You felt the birds pain of being left behind by others, you were always a loner people judged you for being different and teased you for always having you face buried in an art book. You stood there taking in all the detail of the painting every brush stroke had a purpose, it was almost like a story to you. Each stroke added a new part and you couldn’t see the full story for what it was till the painting was finished and the last brush stroke was painted.

.Losing track of time you quickly checked your phone for the time not realizing how late it had gotten.

“Damn it.” You said under your breath.You had a date in less than 20 minutes at the other end of town and there was almost no way you’d make it on time.You had to rush out of there. As you took a step back you bumped right into someone, the impact making you fall back a bit, your bag fell to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, I can be a klutz sometimes.” You said embarrassed about the whole situation. You looked at the man and noticed a scar on his left eye.

“You’re okay, it’s no big deal.” He had a rich Russian accent to his voice it was almost scary in a way.

“I really didn’t see you there.” You brushed your hair away from your face as you went to retrieve your bag from the ground. Before you even crouched all the way down he reached down and picked it up and handing it back to you.

”No harm done.” He held out the bag and you took it from his grasp.

“Thank you” You began hurrying out the building.

The date went horribly. It wasn’t because you were five minutes late, that didn’t bother them at all. It was the fact that you spoke about art too much apparently. You weren’t surprised though everyone lost interest the moment you starting talking about it. They all gave you the typical glazed over look as they nodded randomly as if they had any interest at all.

This date was worse though. They ridiculed you for liking something so mundane saying you must be wrong in the head if you believed they talked to you. You had to hold back tears before you decided to get up and storm off.

Furious and heartbroken yet again you went back to the one place that brought you some comfort, the art museum.

You wondered back to your favorite painting tears began to gather in your eyes. You kept thinking you were unlovable and that no one would love you for who you are. You sat down on the bench in front of the painting and stared at the little blue bird who you related to so much.

“You’re a lot like me little bird” You whispered under breath, a tear began to roll down your cheek. You quickly whipped it away.

“Rough night?” You knew that voice, looking up you saw the man you had bumped into earlier.

“You can say that.” You whipped away the rest of your tears as he sat down beside you.

“I’m Timur by they way”.

“ Y/n”. You replied back

“This is my favorite painting too” He pointed at the little bird painting. “ I like it because all though the bird is alone he’s the star of the show, everyone takes notice to him first.” He began pointing to the flock of birds painted above. “Those guys are noticed last, they’re painted too similar to each other that they almost just fade away all together.”

You sat there taking in his words for a moment, the two of you just sat there and took in the work. It was nice hearing someone talk about art the way you did it was a rare encounter to experience it seemed.

“I always saw him as lonely” You turned towards the man. “But now i see it, if everyone was the same like the birds leaving the other one the world would be boring, there wouldn’t be art with its own story to tell like this one.” He looked at you. “I mean that’s not a world I’d want to live in.” You noticed you were rambling on again like you did on your date. “I’m sorry, I can get kinda side tracked with this stuff, you don’t have to sit here listen to me ramble on” You locked eyes.

“I find it very interesting actually, it’s funny how things can represent and be seen in so many different lights”. He looked back at the painting.

You guys continued to talk about it before he asked you if you’d like to go around the museum with him. Gladly accepting his invite you spent the next couple of hours walking around talking about the other art works you felt connected to.

The sky grew darker and the museum was about to close. You started growing tired. Noticing this may be his only chance Timur asked for your number. You gladly gave to him planning out your next outing together in the process.

Fuze:

Your friend Eliza always tried to set you up with men before all of which never worked out in the long run. You wanted a guy who could stay level headed in any situation, one that knew what they wanted in a relation ship instead of beating around the bush for it.

Eliza reassured you that this time she got the perfect guy for you. You felt like an idiot for ever agreeing to it in the first place. Another night of torture and complete bullshit conversations, you thought to yourself as you got your last shoe on. It was supposed to be casual but you did add a little extra with a nice necklace that your grandmother gave you. It was a dainty little diamond necklace that your grandfather bought before they moved out of Russia.

Arriving at the restaurant you could see Shuhrat through the window already seated. You had to do a double check at your phone to make sure you weren’t late. Just as you thought you were right on time as you walked through the door. Eliza had exchanged photos of you two prior to meeting so you knew what each other looked like.

Seeing you Shuhrat stood up and pulled out your chair. Water was already at the table, you saw it as a kind gesture.

“ Thank you” You sat down across from him. “ I hope I didn’t make you wait to long you must have gotten here really early.”

He took a seat. “It’s how I make sure who ever I meet is timely, if so it shows they’re serious about it all, I do like my partner serious.” He gave you a little smile.

“And I like men who know exactly what they want from a relationship” you returned a smile.

“Looks like its already working out, Eliza may have finally gotten it right for once.” He took a sip of his water.”She told me how she failed in the past on numerous occasions and that I couldn’t fuck this one up either, and as far as I can say I hope I don’t fuck it up either.”

“I won’t blame you if it doesn’t don’t worry, Eliza on the other hand won’t hear the end of it.” You laughed, Shuhrat joined in with you letting out a chuckle.

The waiter came by and you ordered your food. Shuhrat order some fancy Fish dish that you couldn’t pronounce and you ordered the steak. You guys continued talking about what you looked for in a partner and a relationship. You enjoyed getting it all out of they way so you both could see if you were on the same page.

“I have to say it’s a breath of fresh air to meet someone so sure of themselves as you are, and I don’t mean that in a bad way.” His voice was smooth with a lick of a Russian accent.

“I just like skipping the bullshit that’s all.” You took another sip of your water.”I don’t like wasting my time on someone for it not to work out in the end.”He nodded in agreement.

The food arrived and you guys finally moved on to other conversations. He talked about his time in the Spetsnaz, well as much as he could legally tell. He told his stories with so much passion. You could feel yourself falling for him. You guys continued to eat discussing various topics from the best movie ever made, which you guys had a civilized argument about, to what your future plans were. He told you that with his line of work he was never guaranteed that he’d make it back alive, his work was risky and he made sure you knew that.

“Everything we do is risky, I could choke on this last bite of steak and die right here.” You put the last bite in your mouth. “ See i just took a risk.” He laughed securing that he enjoyed dark humor which was another plus in your book.

He gazed at your neck “That’s a very nice necklace, it suits you nicely.”

“Thank you.” You began twirling it around in your fingers.”My grandpa got if for my grandma before the moved”.

“So you have some Russian blood?” He smirked picking up his glass.”Just when I thought i couldn’t like you anymore.”

You blushed. It looks like you cracked his hard outer shell Eliza was talking about after all. Speaking of you knew she’d never let this down, the fact that you finally had a good time on one of her set up dates was going up there with her personal list of accomplishments.

You two sat a bit longer after finishing your meals this time you were talking about your memories of Russia from when you were a kid. Shuhrat finally had to go he had some training in the morning he couldn’t miss.

“I had a really great night, Thank you y/n”. He pulled your chair out once you stood up. “I can’t remember a time where I talked so freely to someone in a long time.” A smile was plastered on his face.

“Same to you, I’m not looking forwards to hearing Eliza brag about us though.” You laughed, together you two made your way outside. Shuhrat walked you to your car and opened the door for you, a true gentleman you thought. Before you got in your car you looked up at him and went in for a kiss. Shuhrat seems surprised at first but changed his mind quickly and kissed back.

“Till next time.” You left his lips lingering for more and got into your car.”

Shuhrat gave you a final wave goodbye before turning before his car. You made it home and instantly got a call from Eliza asking how it went. Tired though you fell asleep on the phone mid call.

#rainbow six siege #siege #rainbowsix #imagine #r6s

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snowbell-glass-bar · 5 months

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Here's today's drink of the and one of the seasonal specials:

Hot Gin Toddy

ingredients contained in this drink 50ml gin 50ml freshly squeezed orange juice 50ml lemon juice ½ lemon, sliced 2 cloves 2 cardamom pods, lightly crushed 1 cinnamon stick 2 juniper berries, lightly crushed 2 tsp runny honey

a bit of a simple drink but one that is perfect within the warmer area of the bar, but The real beauty of this gin toddy is how the botanicals of a great gin open up when the hot water hits them. It is so aromatic that there is no need for tea in this toddy and it is easy to mix up in just a matter of minutes. with this said however wise and cautious of the selection of the gin, recommend a dry Gin due to less botanicals that can become tannic in hot water. they're availble for at 320 P

#ic #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #alcohol tw #tw alcohol #glaz's drink of the day

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simonxriley · 4 years

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"It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka."

This has been in my inbox for months now and I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer. And since you didn’t give me a pairing I did a few of my faves, I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda x Timur “Glaz” Glazkov & Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

Warnings: Light angst

Words: 3,852

Russian Translation: vrag vot tam = the enemy is here. zvezda moya = my star. Kotyonok = kitten. Moya sladost’ = My sweetness and Da = Yes. Zvyozdocka = Little Star.

Ao3.

Kapkan was roaming around Kafe Dostoyevsky placing his EDDs in the areas he suspected the White Masks to come through. The Kafe was a big place, lots of areas where they could breach in, luckily Tachanka suggested on reinforcing the reading room to protect the hostage until evac arrives.

The rest of the team agreed it would be a good place to hunker down, knowing there wasn’t that many breaching points into the room.

After Kapkan mounted one of his EDDs on a window he ran back into the room where the rest of the team was - mounting his last EDD on the door-frame entering the room diagonal off the door entering the building from the roof.

“EDD mounted, stand clear.”

Everyone gave a nod and went back to what they were previously doing. Kapkan walked over to Tachanka who was setting up his LMG, even with his balaclava and helmet on he could sense he wasn’t happy. And he couldn’t blame him, this was the first mission he was called on since the twins were born.

“I know you’re not happy about being here Alex.”

“No, I’m furious Maxim. I told Harry I want six months off to help Skylar with the twins before I even thought about going back to work.” He replenished the ammo on his LMG and cocked it before setting up the ballistics shield. “Marianna and Konstantin aren’t even three months old yet. I should be with my family and not here.”

Bandit, Ela, and Mira overheard them talking and tried to act like they didn’t, then again Tachanka knew how loud he can be and knew they heard him. But he didn’t care, he was angry and any White Mask that gets in his way is going to be sent to the pits of hell.

“Alex don’t worry yourself, we need your head in the game. I’m sure Skylar and the twins will be fine until you arrive home.” said Mira with a small smile on her face.

“My head is in the game Elena.” He rested his arm on his LMG and sighed. “I can be angry and still do my job fine.”

“I think he has every right to be angry over this.” interrupted Ela. “Skylar just gave birth seven weeks ago, he should be with them. Not here.”

“Thank you.”

Mira shrugged her shoulders and went back to her mirror, not saying anything else. No point in angering him some more. Bandit was placing his shock wire on the reinforced wall across from the door where Kapkan mounted his EDD, that would be the wall they would try and breech the most. But his shock wire’s would make that nearly impossible.

Tachanka pulled out his phone, flipping through the few dozens of pictures he has of the twins and Skylar. This was the one thing he hated about work, being away from the people he loves. At the same time he knew Skylar understood, but it still wasn’t fair for him to leave when the twins were so young and having limited help. All he can do is hope Skylar will be okay.

Next thing he knew his phone was vibrating in his hands with a new text from her, almost like she knew he needed her. He opened it, reading ‘Don’t worry about us moya sladost’, we’ll be fine until you get back. Also Timur stopped by to help, knowing how much this upset you. Be safe and we love you!’

Kapkan read the text over his shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. “See, she’ll be fine. She has Timur to help her.”

“Da, she will. Hopefully you boyfriend won’t accidentally drop one of my kids.”

Kapkan snorted and shook his head, unholstered his weapon. Just in time for a breech charge to go off a floor above them.

“Vrag vot tam.” He mumbled to himself, but loud enough for Tachanka to hear as he made an annoyed groan in reply.

He left the room after that, going up to see if he could take a few out before they got to the stairs, only he was stopped when his EDD by the window on the stairwell went off a few feet away from him, making him stumble back. When he got his footing he fired at the window, hearing someone yell as they fell back down to the cold Earth.

He ran back up the stairs, just in time to see three terrorists come around the corner. And with ease he took them out. While the rest of the team handled down stairs, he went to check the rest of the upper floor.

As he cautiously made his way through the rooms he heard gunfire from below, thinking there isn’t a doubt in his mind that they came from the window and below them. They were on the first floor after all. Maybe he should’ve went back to check the window after he eliminated the three terrorists.

“Upper floor clear.” He said through the radio. “Making my way back down to you.”

“Be careful coming down those stairs, hostiles are out in the hallway.” said Tachanka.

Kapkan headed for the other staircase, it’ll be a small detour but hopefully he can surprise a few of the terrorists.

As quietly as he could, he made his way down the stairs, through the Train Museum and down the hall - spotting about two to three terrorists stacked up against the wall.

He knelt down, grabbing the C4 from his pocket and went to his radio. “Throwing C4 stand clear of the door.”

With a good throw of his wrist he tossed the C4 in the middle of all the terrorists and detonated it, killing them all. “Targets eliminated.”

Kapkan made his way back into the room, everyone looked okay, only Ela wasn’t even in the room. Then again she did like to roam so she was somewhere in the building, most likely a floor below.

He walked over to Tachanka who was by the far side door. “Looks like you’ll be seeing your family a lot sooner than expected.”

“Good! I miss them.”

“I’m sure they miss you too Alex.” Even though he was wearing his face paint and balaclava, Tachanka could still see the small smile beneath it. “I’m gonna go replenish my C4.”

He walked over to the resupply box, it didn’t hold much. A few extra magazines and C4, just to help when they get low. He grabbed another C4, putting it in his pocket and turned back around to face Tachanka - who happened to be fiddling with his weapon.

That’s when his eyes grew wide as he saw the terrorist entering the door near Tachanka where he mounted his EDD.

“Alex….”

It was too late, the EDD went off, sending Tachanka and shrapnel flying in every direction. When the worst was over and Bandit taking out the lone terrorist, they all went to go check on him.

“Shit.” mumbled Bandit

Tachanka cursed under his breath and pushed himself against the wall, looking down at his legs. There was some shrapnel stuck in his thigh and calf and his Gorka pants were pretty torn from where they hit.

Kapkan pulled down his balaclava, completely stunned on the accident. Nothing has ever happened like this before, yet deep down he knew it would at some point. Their jobs are hectic and all it takes is one mishap to have things go haywire. Now Tachanka was injured, and will have to spend the night in the hospital once they get him patched enough to move.

Mira came over with some medical supplies and knelt down beside him. “We’re going to have to get the shrapnel out and patch you up the best I can before we take you to the hospital.”

He took his helmet off and tossed it aside with a groan. “Just do it.”

“Alex I…”

“Don’t Maxim, just don’t.”

He nodded his head and stood up, leaving Mira to patch him up and went to check the hallway the terrorist came from. Quickly noticing the door from the rooftop was breached, he must’ve come through there. But that also made him wonder how they didn’t hear it? Unless he breached at the same time his C4 went off? A question for another day.

He walked back over to the staircase, leaning against the railing. One of his closest friends got injured because of his gadget and he felt horrible about it. The man who wanted to be with his family more, ends of getting injured. How fucking ironic and gruel. At least it wasn’t too bad, he’ll need some stitches and will probably be sore and hard to walk for a bit, but Tachanka was strong and he’ll bounce back quickly. He’ll at least get more time with his family now.

Ela was walking up the stairs, glancing over at Kapkan who was leaning over the railing. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Tachanka got injured by my EDD.”

“Damn.” She walked up the rest of the stairs and leaned against the railing beside him. “He’s not happy is he?”

“No.”

“Don’t sweat it, he knows it’s not your fault. He’s more angry over the fact he was called into work a lot sooner than he wanted. Skylar, who knows, she’ll just be happy that he’s alive.”

He hung his head, completely forgetting about Skylar. “I forgot about her, she’s going to be mad.”

“No.” Ela laughed. “She won’t be mad. You know her just as good as I do, she won’t blame you Maxim. And try not to blame yourself.”

She left after that, heading into the room where the hostage was and left Kapkan alone with his thoughts.

xXx

He fiddled with the keys to the apartment he shared with Glaz, relieved to finally be back home. Since it was early in the morning, he wasn’t sure if Glaz would be awake by now or still sleeping. Either way he was going to wash the remaining face paint off his face and have a few drinks, he earned it.

Kapkan unlocked the door and opened it, walking in to flip the switch - illuminating the kitchen and living room. Instead of going directly to the bathroom, he went for the fridge, grabbing the bottle of vodka and a glass from the cabinets, walking back over to the kitchen table, setting the glass down on it and opened the bottle, pouring himself a glass.

Pulling out a chair he took a seat and downed the first glass, pouring himself another.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

Kapkan looked up at Glaz as he walked closer to him reaching for the bottle until he saw the upset look on the hunter’s face. “What’s wrong zvezda moya?”

“Alex got injured with my EDD, he hasn’t talked to me since.” He sighed and leaned back in his seat, glancing over to the younger sniper. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

Glaz pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, giving his hand a squeeze. “Skylar didn’t feel right for me to spend the night when they’re not my kids. She was grateful for my help during the day. Oh no, Maxim it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was my EDD that injured him, how is it not my fault?”

“Da, it was your EDD, but you didn’t injure him, the terrorist that walked through it did. Alex isn’t mad at you, he’s mad at the whole situation. Sky told me he was very angry when he was getting ready to leave for the mission and you can’t blame him for that, he has a family to think about now and kids he doesn’t want to miss growing up. This injury didn’t help, that’s all.”

“I know, he was angry the whole mission and him getting injured didn’t help. I’m not looking forward to being Harry when he’s out of the hospital.”

“Alex will be on a warpath afterwards, luckily he has his kotyonok to hold him back.”

They both laughed at that. Years ago Tachanka would march into Six’s office and speak his mind on matters he didn’t like or could be improved for the Spetsnaz. Then along came Skylar and the boisterous Tachanka fell smitten. Glaz and Kapkan couldn’t blame him, she was beautiful for a start, compassionate, kind, loving, has a great sense of humor and is quite sarcastic. She fit right in with the rest of them. Later came marriage and a year after that two little ones. Tachanka deserved to find love like the rest of them.

“That’s true, it’s nice to know Skylar can make him submissive in an instant.”

“Da, it is.” Glaz grabbed the bottle and capped it, then pulled Kapkan onto his feet, leading him to their room. “Now take that face paint off your face and let me help you relax.”

Kapkan gave him a firm kiss as he stripped out of his top, tossing it to the floor. “I’ll be out in a few, and get the lube this time.”

“You’re no fun.”

“You weren’t saying that before I left.” Kapkan gave him a wink and went for the bathroom.

xXx

Skylar was making her way down the hospital’s hallway towards the room Tachanka was in. She finally found a babysitter for the twins for a few hours and was dying to see him, as was he.

When she walked through the door to his room, she saw him on his gurney, looking through his phone. “I hope you’re looking at pictures of your kids and not another LMG?”

He looked up from his phone to see her walking over, a big smile spreading across his face. “Kotyonok! I’m so happy to see you!”

“I’m happy to see you too!” She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to give him a kiss, then glanced over his body. “So what’s the damage?”

“About fifty stitches between both legs. My upper left thigh is the worse, Mira couldn’t take out the shrapnel because it was in too deep. That one is pretty sore and I’m limping a bit.”

“I’m just happy you’re alive moya sladost’! And that this injury wasn’t worse.”

His eyes began to convey sadness, wishing he just told Harry to fuck off and choose someone else, and look what happened.

“Me too. I’m sorry for even leaving, I should’ve just stayed home, tell Harry to find someone else. I have a family to worry about now.”

Skylar cupped his face and leaned over to place a dozen or so kisses on his face then pulled back. “You don’t need to apologize for leaving. I think we should address the real elephant in the room. Do you really want to go back to work? The way you acted before you left made me wonder if you would’ve done the same when the twins were six months old. You know I don’t mind if you retire. I just want you to be happy and if that’s staying home strictly with me and the kids, then let it happen.”

“The twins are barely three months old kotyonok, I want to relish in every single moment of them. But at the same time I want to provide for our family..”

“Moya sladost’!” Skylar interrupted. “We have enough money saved up between the both of us to live comfortably for a little while, enough to watch the twins grow into toddlers. And I think you answered my question.”

She gave him a knowing smile that made him chuckle and another quick kiss.

“Da, I did, didn’t I? I think I’m going to retire, I don’t want to be an absentee father and I don’t want to leave them fatherless either. My time in the military has come to an end.”

“Good, because I am going to need the help. Twins are a bit harder to take care of than singletons.”

His went wide for a moment and he sat up more, scrunching his face at the pain in his legs for moving too fast. “Were you okay while I was gone?”

“Hey don’t worry yourself or injure yourself more.” She shot him a look and shook her head. “I was fine, Timur helped a lot and night time trying to tandem feed was a bit tricky but I got it in the end. However Marianna did spit up on him, which was pretty funny.”

Tachanka laughed and they heard the door open to his room not a moment later, she expected to see a nurse instead it was Glaz and Kapkan. Skylar smiled over at them as they walked cover to the bed.

“Where are the little ones?” asked Kapkan.

Tachanka narrowed his brows, now realizing he never asked where the kids were or who was watching them. “Maxim has a point, where are our kids kotyonok?”

“Elias is watching them, do you want me to go get them?”

“Please!”

“Alright.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before standing up. “Timur you want to help me bring them?”

Glaz looked over at Kapkan to see what his reaction was, when he gave him a nod that he’ll be fine Glaz gave him a small smile and turned back to her. “I’d love too.”

“Okay.” She glanced between Kapkan and Tachanka, setting her eyes on Tachanka. “We’ll be back shortly.”

As Skylar and Glaz left the room, Kapkan went to take a seat on a chair near the bed. He didn’t know what to say or if he should even apologies, the injury wasn’t his fault he wasn’t deliberately trying to get him injured.

“I don’t blame you for what happened Maxim.” He looked over to see Tachanka staring at him, his face neutral. “It was an accident and I was angry at the whole situation, getting injured didn’t help. The military was my life and I wouldn’t have batted an eye at the mission or injury, now I have a wife and kids to think about now. They need me more than Rainbow does.”

Kapkan sat up a bit straighter, looking over at him with confusion and a bit of shock on his face. He never expected for Tachanka to retire, even with a family. Then again things change and he knew him well enough to know that it would kill him if he left Skylar a widow and his kids fatherless.

“You’re retiring?”

“Da, I am. I’d much rather watch my kids grow up with a present hands on father than one whose gone all the time because of work.” He leaned back into his bed with a content sigh, a small, proud smile forming on his face. “I’ll always be thankful for Rainbow and what it did to me, the people I met, specifically meeting my kotyonok and you know you and Timur are always welcome over.”

He nodded his head and a smile started to spread across his face. “You deserve it Alex, be happy with your family, make more little ones and live your life away from the military. And I’ll remember that. Besides you can’t keep those two little ones away from uncle Maxim, who’s going to take them hunting? You?”

Tachanka let out an unamused laugh and glared over at him that sent the hunter into small, nervous laugh. “Hunting? Skylar would kill you for taking them hunting. Camping is fine.” His glare turned more neutral as he looked to be thinking on what he said. “More children? We haven’t talked about since having twins was shocking enough, but knowing Skylar Marianna and Konstantin will have a little sibling sooner or later.”

“I still remember you coming into work the next morning after you found out she was pregnant, so happy about becoming a papa. Then she yelled at you for telling us so early on in her pregnancy.”

They both laughed thinking back on that day. Tachanka was so ecstatic on finding out he’s going to be a papa, not only did he cry from happiness but her told the rest of the Spetsnaz the morning after during training. He couldn’t help it and he trusted them enough to keep it a secret until she was in the second trimester.

“I couldn’t help it I needed to tell someone.” He fiddled with his wedding band on his finger, smiling down at it. “It all happened so fast, marriage, talking about starting a family and next thing I know she’s telling me she’s pregnant.” He looked back up to meet his gaze and crossed his arms. “What about you? Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“Marriage? No not really. I don’t think I’m the marrying type.”

“Timur would disagree.”

“If Timur wanted to get married don’t you think he’d propose?” Kapkan leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers on the arms of it. “How’d you know you wanted to marry Skylar?”

“When I knew I couldn’t live without her and started to picture a future with her. Except we talked about marriage and a family since we began dating, we always knew we would end up married someday. You and Timur never talked about it?”

“You know our motherland frowns upon relationships like mine.”

“Da it does, but it shouldn’t stop you from marrying someone you love.”

“I’ll think about it alright?”

“Fair enough.”

Tachanka placed his arms behind his head and gave Kapkan a smug look like he knew what the hunter was going to do regardless of the situation and that was nothing. He would wait until Glaz asks for his hand and who knows how long that’ll be. But if nothing has broken them up so far then they have a lot more years ahead of them.

It was long until the door opened again and Tachanka sat up straighter and more eager, seeing Skylar walked in first with Marianna and Glaz right behind her with Konstantin.

She walked right over to him and handed the little one over. “Go say hi to your papa Mari, he missed you!”

He took her in his arms, cradling her little head with wisps of blonde hair in his hand and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I’ve missed you zvyozdochka!”

Skylar took Konstantin from Glaz and sat down on the bed next to him. Konstantin was out like a light while Marianna was more awake, at least for now and looking up at her papa.

As Kapkan watched Tachanka and Skylar with their kids, his heart filled with love. He knew kids weren’t in his and Glaz’s future, at least he’s aware of, but now he has two little ones to spoil and take camping and watch grow up. But the best of all? Is he gets to share those memories with the person he loves most, and that’s Timur.

Kapkan always longed for a pack, a family and maybe he didn’t get it in a normal sense, but he did get one in the long run.

#anonymous #kapkan x glaz #kapglaz #maxim basuda #kapkan #timur glazkov #glaz #tachanka x skylar #alexsandr senaviev #tachanka #oc skylar jackson #rainbow six siege #r6s

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parragone · 1 year

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Do i have too many WIPs? Why yes I do, so, here's another kapglaz wip for another project!

Context is exusively that they're being extremely sweet on each other and then get interrupted because its supposed to be about Harry talking to Rainbow ops about their romantic relationships. I'll have non kapglaz content later but

Rattles box

Mornings were Timur’s favorite.

Maxim had gotten up nearly an hour before him as he always did on their days off, and the hunter had taken Annika for her daily morning run. By the time Timur would get out of bed, Maxim would have already made breakfast, most importantly, begun making coffee. Which, of course, was the stage the sniper had reached; the break of dawn had banished any chance of staying in bed with sunlight that streamed through the window, so he had reluctantly climbed out of bed.

He paused long enough to steal one of Maxim’s coats from the chair in the corner of the room and tug it on over his undershirt. Timur claimed that his sentimental nature was limited to memories and a near-perfect visual memory, but the smell that clung to the collar of each coat his lover wore on a regular was one he could never get enough of. It was somewhere between fresh rain and well-loved leather, and Maxim continued to deny such a thing followed him.

As expected, his partner was halfway through the morning coffee ritual, with Annika curled up at his feet; she was a lovely Brittany hound, though her age meant she did not get to hunt with Maxim as much as she once did. Maxim himself had stripped himself of the sweat-stained tank top he always wore for a morning run and, much to Timur’s delight, was shirtless and on full display; his tattoos suited him, dark ink against pale skin, thin and elegant lettering mixed into delicate line work, though Glaz wished he could replace the tattoos left behind from Maxim's undercover stint. He wore black sweatpants to keep whatever modesty they pretended to have in their own home, and the sniper could see that the man wore the Rainbow-issued watch on his left wrist, just as Timur did.

Timur leaned down to pet the old hound's head and give her an affectionate rub of the ears before he stood and placed a hand on his partner’s shoulder, which only made the hunter hum quietly as he turned to look at the sniper. Bright eyes caught the light, the softness in them undeniable and as smitten as the day they had met. Maxim pressed a kiss to Timur’s cheek that was admittedly more smile than anything else before he pressed a proper kiss to his partner’s lips.

“Morning, love,” Maxim murmured against Timur’s skin before he pulled away. “The sun woke you, didn’t it?”

“Mhm, yes,” the sniper answered with a sigh as he shuffled to stand behind his lover. Maxim returned to his task and focused on the coffee as Timur rested his head against the hunter’s shoulder. “The lack of a certain man in my bed was more uncomfortable than sunlight, though.”

“I am more than certain I can atone for my crime of being an early riser with coffee and kisses,” the hunter laughed softly as he finished up. He turned enough for Timur to pull away and take his mug; it was the perfect shade, as it always was, with just enough creamer to not make him cringe at the taste. Maxim, as always, had a cup of coffee that was as black as tar. “Though I think I could go a step further.”

“Oh? And how would you do that?” Timur took a sip of his coffee as he leaned against the counter. Annika got up as he did so, and a loud yawn from the hound got a laugh out of both men as she rolled over to get comfortable on the tile floor.

“Well, there is a couch and we have yet to shower,” Maxim reasoned before he took a drink of what Timur considered to be a torture method for anyone else. “I could easily get my head between your legs before we start our day, don’t you think?”

“Maxim!” The sniper feigned shock long enough to get a laugh out of both of them. "I thought you were supposed to lose your libido as you get older.”

“I think that’s a lie, frankly.” The hunter tapped his mug pointedly. “Especially given that you are just as insatiable as I am.”

Timur thought for a moment as he took another drink of his coffee, his eyes fixated on the fact his partner had effectively downed his entire mug in the time it had taken for them to have the conversation. The older man had an awful habit of making terrible decisions early in the morning, which often ranged from the innocent to the downright appalling. Come to think of it, this was one of the tamer suggestions he’d had before seven.

"Alright, I admit that isn't the worst idea you've had for how to spend a morning."

"Still haven't topped 'bathing in a winter stream', hm?"

"That was awful."

"Perhaps, but I got to get you warm," Maxim murmured, which earned him an almost gentle elbow to the ribs. He leaned down to gently rub at his dog's ears and get her awake before he gestured with one hand toward the living room door. "Annika, bed."

The old hound made a sound of contentment as she got up and began her trot to the living room, where she was quickly joined by both men. She curled up in her usual place next to the couch while they settled in beside each other, with Timur’s mug now set on the coffee table. Timur leaned back after a moment, eyes fixated on Maxim's nose.

"What?"

"I think the last person who broke your nose actually made it crooked,” the sniper muttered. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Maxim’s brows rose in surprise before he got a smirk that spoke volumes more than he would ever say. “Don’t tell me I look worse for wear, now-”

“Far from it. It suits you, just a little bit.” Timur reached up to hold his partner’s jaw in both hands, now with a smile of his own. “The stubble doesn’t.”

“Well, you won’t let me grow a beard…”

“That is because you would look awful with a beard.”

“I disagree, you’ve never seen me with one.”

The sniper pulled his partner in for one, then two kisses. Perhaps he was a little too enthusiastic in carrying on, a little too interested to see if Maxim would stick to his promise-

Annika howled before either of them could realize that there had been a knock, and once she had sounded the alarm, the moment was lost. Maxim tilted his head back with a groan and Timur pulled away with a sigh. The sniper got up, mug in hand, and rolled his shoulders.

“I’ll get the door, you get a shirt,” Timur sighed.

“It isn’t even seven,” his partner grumbled as he sank into the couch for a moment. “Who the hell is here before seven? On our day off? Sasha is supposed to be here after three!”

“Your father, obviously.” The sniper gave his partner a sarcastic look as he made his way to the front door, one that was met with a snide half-smile as Maxim got up to find a shirt. Timur sighed as put his hand on the door handle, finished off his coffee, and steeled himself for whoever was on the other side. If it was Maxim’s father, he would at least have good reason to slam the door in the old bastard's face.

It was not, in fact, Maxim’s father.

#kapglaz #fic wip #r6s #kapkan #glaz #kapkan has a hunting dog her name is annika #its also stupidly domestic

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titan-wolfdog · 4 years

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Canvas Of Coffee (Request)

This is a cute thing my friends @steamclouds and @dagoth-menthol requested of their ship, Glaz x Kapkan from Rainbow Six Siege!

Plot: Glaz and Kapkan go on their usual outing to a café near Hereford Base. Love is all around them today, so it seems.

Rating: General.

Word Count: 1003.

Graphite stuck to the empty canvas, blowing away the minuscule pieces of black-lead that tried to remain to the paper with his breath. Timur glanced at the clock, as the darkened sky, which got cloudier with every minute that passed, would not allow him to pinpoint the hour.

It’s past three, where is he? Timur questioned, glancing at the section of the hall he could see with his door open. The pencil dropped from his hand, bouncing on the sheets as he reached to accommodate the lace of his boots. His finger began to ache, reaching for that scar on his eye until the sound of approaching steps snapped him out of his thoughts.

His worried frown softened, smiling at the sight of his dearest friend standing outside his door. A chuckle from Maxim as he patted Timur on the back, smiling down at the artistic guy.

‘‘Ready to go?’’ Maxim asked, watching as Timur locked his door shut, nodding his only answer.

Hereford Base did not have much to entertain, but both men had become fond of the small café in a village nearby. It was cozy, it was nice, never busy and almost imitating that foreign American diner atmosphere neither had experienced.

The drive there was always silent, Timur focusing on the shapes the clouds were to take while Maxim stared, quiet, at the eyes that stole all the blue of the foggy British sky. Those instants where he could do so, before turning his gaze at the road.

Timur never noticed, for his focus was not always on the clouds that day. It slipped, from time to time, to the mirror closest to him. A tiny smile cloaked by the neck of his winter jacket, as he gazed at the hunter.

His shoulders could ease as long as he was by his side and even if his companion tried to rebuke all claims with his taciturn exterior and too-serious frown, deep down Timur knew, Maxim allowed for his defenses to drop, even if it was for one moment.

Maxim parked where he could, it so happened to be across the café. The streets were mostly empty, it was a tranquil urbanized village after all. The kind where modernity seemed to halt, where everyone knew the regulars and strangers were a sight to marvel at.

They sat down at what was now considered, with how often they came, their table. The scent of brews, coffee and tea, and the pastries displayed for every customer that may enter the store to see. There was no one but the employees, and that old married couple Timur would greet with a smile, while Maxim would simply nod at the older gentleman, and then at his wife.

Walking towards them, a girl with golden locks, sun-kissed and with a smile of summer, the season that never came around those parts. She smiled, hand resting on her hip.

‘‘Good afternoon, you two. Same as usual?’’ She asked, not even bothering to get a pencil and paper out. Her mind had their order saved to perfection, a black coffee with a dash of cream for Maxim, and a vanilla latte for Timur.

‘‘Yes, Amelia,’’ Maxim answered, a scant smile for the young gal. She nodded and returned to her spot, preparing what they would always drink.

Timur chuckled at the sight of the girl skipping behind the counter, turning his attention to the other man. ‘‘I think she finally got inside her dream college, Max.’’

‘‘Is that so? How can you tell?’’ His voice a little husky, Maxim scratched under his recently-shaved chin. Timur pointed at the counter, a little jar that just said TIPS was gone now.

‘‘She emptied it earlier than usual and,’’ He gestured at Amelia’s messy bun; Maxim squinted a bit, noticing also the bags under her eyes. ‘‘She doesn’t look like her usual self, no braid or anything but she looks quite happy.’’

‘‘Hmm… You seem to be right, though there’s also something you didn’t notice,’’ As Amelia placed their coffees on the table, the pair gave a quiet thanks, awaiting for the waitress to leave back to her spot. ‘‘Our dear Amelia also has a new infatuation, as you may tell from her wandering gaze.’’

Truthfully, Amelia had a different kind of glow. With curious trace, Timur located the object of the blonde’s affection. A new girl, a waitress like her, with hair and eyes as dark as the moment before the sunrise, a pale complexion to contrast. They could tell she was not from around the area, probably a city girl in her summer job, college age too.

‘‘Seems you are right, любимый.’’ Timur thought himself brave enough, for that instant, to reach and touch Maxim’s hand. He resigned to the warmth of his vanilla latte instead.

They watched Amelia glance at them, for a few seconds barely, before initiating a conversation with the raven-haired gal.

‘‘I wonder which of us gave her the confidence, to ask the new girl out.’’

‘‘Us?’’

‘‘The elderly couple, or you and I,’’ Maxim shrugged as if what he said wasn’t causing the other Russian have a silent, near-death experience. His heart could burst out of his chest, even more when Maxim just gave back a silent laugh.

‘‘Love really is… one hell of a thing, is it not?’’ Maxim asked, his lips by now tasting well of black coffee. Timur almost wanted to try it himself, and not from the source.

‘‘Perhaps, many more will find it once this threat is over…’’ The faint blush crept up Timur’s pale cheeks. Maxim snorted, cleaning the bit of coffee that had spewed on his lips; thankfully barely something to be noticed by anyone but them.

‘‘Tim, you’re one sappy shit.’’

‘‘Shut it, Maxim.’’ Their amusement grew in the quietness, the flavor of their brews and their warmth barely holding up to the slight caresses of the men’s fingers. A smile grew on their faces alike, Amelia was not the only one with a date now.

#Glazkap #Kapglaz #Glaz x Kapkan #Kapkan x Glaz #R6 #Rainbow Six Siege #fanfic #writing #mine

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