Just some reposts from my art insta @totally_rattus. Thought I just revive this account.
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Just some reposts from my art insta @totally_rattus. Thought I just revive this account.
Alibi Elite
Trying out some new brushes with Alibi's elite <33
I feel like this is the constant vibe around Ace.
Lion in French CCE Camo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivier "Lion" Flament/HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, Olivier "Lion" Flament & HÄvard "Ace" Haugland Characters: Olivier "Lion" Flament, HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, Gilles "Montagne" Touré, NÞkk (Rainbow Six) Additional Tags: Angst, I Tried, I'm Bad At Tagging, Ace has Family Issues, Lion needs a hug Summary:
As Lion and Ace develop their romantic relationship, a misunderstanding derails the relationship a bit.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivier "Lion" Flament & HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, Olivier "Lion" Flament/HÄvard "Ace" Haugland Characters: Olivier "Lion" Flament, HÄvard "Ace" Haugland Additional Tags: Fluff, I am just having fun at this point Summary:
Lion interrupts Aceâs filming a video for his followers.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivier "Lion" Flament/HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, Olivier "Lion" Flament & HÄvard "Ace" Haugland Characters: Olivier "Lion" Flament, HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, Gustave "Doc" Kateb Summary:
Ace defuses an argument between Doc and Lion.
Masked & Unmasked Lion
LĂžve Plaster
Fandom: Rainbow 6
Ship: Olivier "Lion" Flament x HÄvard "Ace" Haugland
Description: Lion keeps showing up the med-bay for Aceâs attention
Note: This is a sequel to the previous work, "The Medic and The Big Pissy Cat". As always enjoy. Constructive criticism is appreciated. This will also be posted on Ao3 (@fossegrimm1).
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The trip to the medical bay was slowly becoming a routine. Olivier would say that he drank too much the night previously, and HĂ„vard was more than willing to provide an IV drip for the other. It was becoming like clockwork for them both. Today wasnât any different.Â
As Olivier walks to the medical bay for the second time this week. His thoughts began running rampant with excuses to explain his visitation this time. By the time Olivier reached the bright room, no excuse came to mind.Â
âLet me guess, you drank too much and you want an IV.â The Norwegian piercing the room. There stood HĂ„vard, looking at Olivier with a smirk across his face.Â
âDidnât I tell you that I wasnât gonna do this anymore. I have already been lectured by Gustave about this behaviour.â HĂ„vard added in a disapproving tone. Even though there was disapproval in his tone, HĂ„vardâs feet dragged him to collect the supplies needed for the IV drip.Â
Olivier just moved in silence, sitting down on the chair in the small examination room, just like the times before.Â
âIf I didnât know any better Olivier, it would seem like you want to spend time with me.â HĂ„vard chuckled. Moving towards Olivier, prepping for the IV drip.Â
âDonât flatter yourself, Haugland, you have your followers for that.â Olivier quipped back in a joking manner.Â
âWow, back to last name basis, I thought we moved past this. Iâm hurt.â HĂ„vard stated in a playful dramatic tone. With that HĂ„vard levelled himself to Olivier by sitting on the wheely chair across from him.Â
âArm out.â HĂ„vard demanded while yanking Olivierâs arm towards him. As HĂ„vard was examining which vein would be appropriate for the procedure, Olivier was gazing at the Norwegian across to him. Olivier noticed how the usually gelled spiky hair was more messy, there is more of a green tone in his blue eyes, a sign of lack of sleep. These slight changes in HĂ„vardâs appearance got Olivier thinking about the Norwegian.Â
The clipping of the tourniquet, broke Olivier out of his thoughts. As Olivier snapped his head towards the direction of the noise, he noticed that HĂ„vard was dampening a cotton bud with alcohol. As HĂ„vard moved back towards him, Olivier quickly looked away.Â
The cool feeling upon Olivierâs left arm made him shutter.Â
âAnyways, you know the drill at this point, there will be a slight pinch. Once the IV is in place you will be here for 45 minutes. If you need anything during that time, just shout and I will be right with you.â The Norwegian stated in a professional tone, a tone which was much different to how HĂ„vard greeted Olivier.Â
Olivier sat in silence and nodded in agreement. Before Olivier knew it, the IV drip was in his arm, and the platinum blonde that was just in front of him now moved to the desk in the corner.Â
The clicking noises from the computer keys echoed through the room, the room that was once filled with conversations between the two in prior visits. In comparison to those previous visits, the wait was unbearably slow. In order for Olivier to pass the time, he once again started to examine the other in the room.Â
The once obnoxious smirk that was usually plastered among the Norwegian face was gone, in its replacement was a deadpan look at the screen. The look of concentration and frustration settled into the older manâs face. Â
Before Olivier knew it, the wait time of 45 minutes was over. The beep on a timer interrupted both HĂ„vardâs and Olivierâs thoughts. With the noise infiltrating the room of silence, HĂ„vard moved to grab a flimsy cardboard box from his desk to his coat pocket. From what Olivier could work out from the wording on the box, the word was LĂVE.Â
Once again, the Norwegian was at eye level with Olivier. Within moments the IV drip was removed from Olivierâs arm and HĂ„vard was putting pressure on the spot. As Olivier looked up at HĂ„vard, he saw the glimmer of fun was again in the other eyes.Â
âI know this is a bit silly, but I found these in Norway and I thought they suited you.â The Norwegian stated while once again grabbing the flimsy box. As HĂ„vard reached inside the box, Olivier knew it was a plaster. The bright yellow plaster with the picture of a cartoon lion on it, decorated the Frenchmanâs left arm.Â
The smile on HĂ„vardâs face brightened up and it was obvious that he was pleased with himself and his little purchase. Â
âWell, if there are any questions you need to ask, now is the time, if not you are free to leave.â HĂ„vard quickly stated.
âThanks again HĂ„vard, donât worry this will be the last time I come here for unnecessary injuries, I promise.â The Frenchman replied to the man across from him. As Olivier got up from his chair and strided to the door, he noticed a slight drop in HĂ„vardâs smile.Â
With that Olivier exited the medical bay once again with a smile, a pep in his step and a plaster. But this time a plaster which was something HÄvard specifically selected for Olivier.
My attempt in drawing NĂžkk. Veil and unmasked.
A Maverick in Hiding
Fandom: Rainbow Six
Description: Maverick being found in Kabul
Characters: Erik "Maverick" Thorn & Karina "NĂžkk" GaarddhĂžje
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As the dust settles along the tiny mechanic shop, Erik took it as a sign to return to the slums of Kabul, his home.Â
As Erik moves in fluid motions through the backstreets of Kabul, the feeling of being watched haunted the back of Erikâs neck. The paranoia settled into Erikâs senses, all movement stopped. The shift head turned to scout the area around him, however, there was nothing, not even a shift in the sand below him.Â
Even though it seemed as if nothing was there, the feeling in Erikâs stomach did not settle. With this uneasy feeling, the usual route changed to the longer and more populated streets of Kabul, in order to lose the prying eyes.Â
Once Erik lost the feeling of being watched, the trek home continued. As Erik trudged along the sand roads, Erikâs thoughts started to invade his mindscape. His past and his present haunt his every move. The old Erik Thorn has been two years since Erik Thorn has been declared as M.I.A. The current Erik Thorn has been 2 years of being a fly on the wall in a foreign land, trying to take down the rising insurgency group.Â
When Erik entered the meek home, there was a shift in air, as if something was lurking in the shadows. Gun raised, Erik cleared the rooms, one by one but nothing was there, just the eerie silence. Erik relaxed somewhat and moved the living room.Â
âYou know, for someone who doesnât want to be found, you are awful at hidingâ The foreign accent ripped through the air.Â
This abrupt noise led to Erik lifting his gun and aiming at the intruder. There he saw a figure sitting in the dark. Erik approaches the silhouette, gun still pointed at the stranger. As he got closer, Erik could distinguish that the stranger was wearing a balaclava and some form of tactical gear.Â
âWho are you and who sent you?â Erik demanded to the shadow in the roomÂ
âIf it makes you feel better I am not part of the insurgency Thorn. I am actually here to get some information and I need your help.â The shadow responded, while stepping into the light.Â
The glimpse of red and white on the strangerâs shoulder, allowed Erik to determine the nationality of the intruder as Danish.
âYou expect me to help you, yet you couldnât even tell me your name.â Erik questioned the dane.Â
âThe name is NĂžkk. A Lieutenant in the Royal Danish Army. That is all you need to know, Erik Thorn. So are you going to help me?âÂ
âSo what is the plan, Lieutenant?â Erik stated as he sat at the dining table.
đŠâ ïž
siegetober day 20 (INJURY)
pair: im hopping on the lion x ace train
warnings: mention of injury, scolding i suppose?
desc: ace tends to lions injuries
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âNow, you should be more careful-â
âDonât scold me. Iâm obviously tired of Kateb doing it, so donât hop on the âlet us all annoy Flament until he punches usâ train. Iâve already got to meet with Harry about my temper. So, Iâm warning you now.â Olivier said, his hands gripping the chair he sat in.
Why were they even doing this in the NIGHTHAVEN commons? Why did Haughland have to drag him here of all places? These guys were..strange.Â
âIs something on your mind?â HĂ„vard raised a brow, glancing down to Olivier, who had spaced out.
âUm..ye- I mean no. Iâm fine.â He felt his face turning pink and tried to look away, but HĂ„vard sighed, making him look at him again.
âI get why Kateb is so annoyed, now. You move too much.â It was strange to see HĂ„vard so..calm. Quiet. He was usually talking a lot..about himself, but still. Then again, he had also shut him up.
Olivier stayed as still as he could manage, admiring the Norskâs features, forcing back a small smile as he focused on his eyes. Those bright blue eyes-
No, Olivier, thatâs gay, he thought to himself, then burst out laughing, making HĂ„vard frown and cross his arms.Â
âWhatâs so funny about me?â
âWh-What?â Olivier stopped, a little confused now.
âYou were laughing at me.â
âNo, no, I was laughing at myself, Haughland. Trust me, I wasnât laughing at you. I have no reason to do so.â
HĂ„vard sighed and shrugged a little. âSure.â
âWhy so..off?â
âBecause Iâm worried. Itâs obvious, eh?â He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
âAbout me?â Olivier paused, not getting a reply. Maybe because he knew the answer. âWhy me? Of all people. And besides, itâs just a bloody nose and a small gash.â He crossed his arms over his chest.
âTo be frank, Iâm unsure myself. But I clearly donât regret it and you shouldnât be upset. We all deserve to have someone to care for us.â
Olivier was left speechless, not even flinching as the gash on his cheek was disinfected. But after a moment, he looked up to HÄvard and smiled a bit.
âFine. You win this time, Mr. Instagram.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â Olivier said quickly, laughing to himself.
âThere you go again! Laughing at me!â
âThatâs not it!-â
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this ones short too ive finally finished this drafT four more days to catch up on now :â) wish me luck
HÄvard "Ace" Haugland, in the style of Art Style of Young Justice.
Ricochet on my mind
- olivier "lion" flament, hÄvard "ace" haugland, gustave "doc" kateb, angst, hurt/comfort -
"The decisions Olivier had made in the past hadn't always been the right ones. Still, he knew he could never forget but instead had to live with them, something he was able to do thanks to his work and the church. That was until he joined Rainbow and saw himself confronted by an old acquaintance."
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