The self-doubt and suspense! I was feeling bad for Jager but I knew that Mira would never do something like that to such devoted boyfriendoes. I loved the turmoil and the little detail of claustrophobia thatās relatable and in-character of him! Thank you for this beautiful fic to start off the event with. Good to have you back in R6S writing scene :D
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Ok so itās been a while, this could be bad. Buuuttt itās 2.9k words or pure Bandit/JƤger fluff so, I hope yāall enjoy. <3
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Itās in the small things.
Itās when Dom meets his eyes, when he just holds his gaze until a little smile breaks across his face and he mutters those words.
āI love you.ā
Sometimes Marius struggles, heās a really affectionate person, he knows he is. He needs affirmation too, he gets insecure when he doesnāt have it, and he double thinks things. Why would Bandit be interested in him anyway? Itās so easy to think that maybe heās not actually interested, maybe heās prepared to break up. But itās never the case.
Every time. Every time Marius freaks out and takes his concerns to Dom, he listens to it all and he takes it in his stride. āOf courseā he says. āOf course I love you. Of course I missed youā. He says it like itās obvious every time, but sometimes itās really not. Still, all of Mariusā concerns melt away when Dom holds him and without any hesitation tells him heās in this just as much as Marius is.
Domās not a publicly affectionate person. He struggles with his words, heāll very rarely say cute things unless prompted, but itās in the small things. It always is. It always has been. Doms a man of action after all.
Itās in how he goes out of his way to do those few extra chores in base that Marius was meant to do today.
Itās in the cute pink donuts he bought him this morning. Dom has nothing against strawberry donuts, but his favourite are definitely caramel. He knows Mariusā favourites are the strawberry ones though.
Itās in the fact that he always gravitates towards him. They can be doing two completely different things, not talking to each other, but just sitting near each other. Just because being in the presence of each other is comfortable. Happy.
They rarely fight. Probably not surprising to most people though, they all know that Bandit has endless patience when it comes to people being sad. Heās not the best with words, but heāll be there for you. Heāll sit with you, or tell one of his many random stories just to provide a distraction. Sure, his temper isnāt exactly good, he gets angry and has an aggressive streak, but Jager isnāt very annoying and he prefers to talk things out so.
They balance each other out. Theyāre completely different, but somehow? It works.
He sits across the workshop at the moment with Mark and Emma, not paying attention to their conversation as he fondly watches his boyfriend. He isnāt entirely sure what heās doing, but knowing him heās probably pitching a stupid idea. His arms are flailing as he talks and Elena looks equally as unimpressed as she does amused. Still, sheāll probably help him, she usually does.
Of course, JƤger is the only other person who knows this. Mira would vehemently deny it if accused- she has the image of the sensible and mature Research and Development Director to keep up, after all.
Bandit pauses and heaves a sigh that sounds like heās given up and Elena shakes her head before replying something. He only gets suspicious when- in sync- they both briefly look over at him. Should he be worried?
Twitch asks him something and he snaps to attention, scooching across in his seat to see what theyāve been adding to their previous concept drawing.
āI think itād be worth trying. Is this part on it for a reason?ā He points across the sheet.
A week passes and Marius is starting to get suspicious. Domās been far more flighty than usual, hard to get a hold of and fidgety. Paranoid, almost. Itās really making him worry, itās unlike Dom to even display much emotion outside of calm and collected unless heās frustrated. Heās decided, thatās it, heāll bring it up.
He waits patiently for Bandit to enter their shared room at the end of the day, sitting on his bed, hands in his lap as his boyfriend swings open the door. He smiles and greets him, but before Bandit can go in for a hug he dips it and swoops behind him, closing off any escape by positioning himself between it and Dom.
āI donāt want to force you to talk about anything but you know Iām absolutely always here to talk to right? For anything?ā
The reaction is instantaneous, Dominicās face flashes with panic before settling to what would be a smooth and unphased look to anyone who knew him less. JƤger sees the small twitch of his cheek that signifies gnawing on the inside, the tapping of his fingers against the pocket his thumb currently resides in. So when Bandit replies completely nonchalant, itās undoubtedly fake.
āOf course I do baby, I come to you with everything when I need to talk. Why?ā
āYouāve been very fidgety and I donāt know-ā he moves forward to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, hiding his worried face- ādistant? I suppose? Iāve just been worried about you.ā
āThereās nothing to worry about maus, Iām sorry if Iāve been distant.ā Bandit pulls his arms tighter around him and he revels in his warmth. The fact that thereās no excuse nags at the back of his mind but he lets it slide for now. When heās ready, heāll share whatās on his mind. āI love you.ā
āI love you Dom.ā
They swing back and forth for a second before they break away and Bandit starts to change, asking about his day. Effortlessly, they fall into the comfort of each otherās company and all of Mariusā concerns wash away.
Theyāre back within the month though. Itās been slightly over two weeks now and nothing has changed. He canāt help but wonder if maybe Bandit isnāt interested any more? Christmas had been so good, theyād gone on a small holiday, lucky to be within the group of non deployed operators. They spent the whole time in each otherās company and it only reminded him how in love he is with this man. They hiked during the day (much to Banditās disdain) and settled in for movie nights at night, despite JƤger not quite enjoying movies. They did the things they both loved and it was great. Maybe he was too forceful with going out and doing stuff? Dom said he was happy doing Mariusā favourite stuff as long as they got to be lazy some daysā¦
It was the start of February now, which meant Valentineās Day was on its way. He really hoped that whatever was bothering Dom could be worked out by then, because theyād promised to make time with each other for the day and heād been seriously looking forward to it. Now, he wasnāt even sure itād happen.
He was seeing Bandit around with Mira a lot these days, and while he absolutely trusted that nothing was happening there, it still made him worry. What were they up to? Was he going to get pranked? Maybe Dominic was trying to find out how to break up with him. Maybe heād decided he wasnāt as bi as he thought he was and the way he swung wasnāt exactly in Mariusā favour?
He shook his head. He was being stupid, he knew it. Sometimes he couldnāt help his mind taking a worry and running with it. After all, theyād been together 3 years now. If he werenāt interested in men heād have decided that by now. No, if he wanted to break up it was because he wasnāt interested in MARIUS. That somehow made it worse.
He was missing training today and he knew heād be in trouble for it but he was freaking out. Ridiculous that a highly trained operative should sit in a bathroom and cry over his boyfriend wanting to leave him. Still, here he was.
He knew theyād probably look for him after a while so he went to the training building and hid in the toilets there. Everyone was to be on the mud track for today then the range and rarely did training plans change, so he was fairly sure heād be safe here. He could just fake sick later and try to avoid Doc or the staff doctors.
He leant his head back against the wall and sniffled. Really, heād understand if Dom wanted to leave him. Who would want someone so annoying and sad and really, he was the least impressive on the rainbow team. He was the only pilot, he supposed, but they had staffed pilots purely for that. Only on extremely confidential missions did he pilot, and it wouldnāt be hard to find someone else to do that instead surely
His negativity was broken by a knock on the bathroom door.
āMaus? Are you ok?ā
He flinched at the sound of Banditās voice, simultaneously relieved and more worried. He couldnāt deny that the whole time he was sad he just wanted Dom to come make him feel better. Still he froze. Dom clearly knew he was in here, and he hadnāt thought to lock the door, so he didnāt really have many options.
āIām fine.ā His voice wobbled, giving him away. He cleared his throat and continued. āI just feel a little bit sick.ā
There was a moment of silence before the handle turned. A very concerned face appeared, frown plastered above those gorgeous hazel eyes. He opened the door just enough to slide in, then clicked it shut behind him before slowly coming over and dropping down in front of Mariusā crumpled form.
āI probably look really ugly at the momentā¦ā he tried to look away but Dom caught his cheek in his palm.
āYou always look gorgeous maus. Whatās wrong? Iām here to listen.ā
Usually he followed the motto āhonesty is the best policyā but he didnāt want to annoy his boyfriend with his stupid concerns. Still, he knew the man was emotionally oblivious and if he insisted he was fine Bandit would drop it and heād only feel worse. He sighed.
āDo you want to break up with me?ā
āNo?ā Bandit looked genuinely shocked. āWhat made you think that?ā
āYouāve been so distant lately, like you havenāt wanted to talk to me at all, and I donāt know, I thought maybe you just werenāt feeling like being together anymore or somethingā¦ā
āOf course I want to talk to you, I always do. I love talking to you.ā Bandit adjusted his position, sitting cross legged in front of Marius instead. āI havenāt meant to be distant. And I absolutely donāt want to break up.ā
Marius pouted.
āI would understand if you did. I donāt really deserve you, youāre so attractive and Iām just boring, and Iām practically useless and-ā
Bandit leant forward and captured his lips, leaving his forehead resting against Mariusā after breaking the kiss.
āYou deserve more than me Maus, you deserve more than you realise. Youāre gorgeous and Rainbow is lucky to have you. Iām lucky to have you. Youāre so much better than you think.ā He smiled gently and leaned in for another kiss. āI love you.ā
āI love you.ā
Heād forgotten to mention it yesterday to Dom, forgotten to ask if he could still make time for Valentines, so he really hoped his boyfriend remembered. That was his first thought in the morning as he went to hunt for breakfast.
Dominic was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria, much today Mariusā disappointment. He took a seat beside Monica and busied himself with their conversation for a while, routinely looking around to see if maybe Dom was here and heād just missed him or, maybe if heād entered while he wasnāt paying attention.
Eventually when conversation lulled, he piped up.
āHave any of you guys seen Dom today?ā
Smoke looked across from half way down the table, waving his fork in the air while he talked.
āI saw him with Elena this morning towards the edge of the forest by the supply shed. Donāt ask why I was in the supply shed and I wonāt ask why your boyfriend was carrying sheets into the woods.ā He turned back to his previous conversation as if heād never said anything.
Marius frowned. Sheets? He supposed his best bet then was to find Mira if he couldnāt find Bandit.
He finished his breakfast and headed for her dorm, but before he could even properly begin his hunt he was tracked down himself.
āMaus!ā Bandit sprinted over, wrapping him in a brief but tight hug. āHappy Valentineās Day, I love you.ā
Marius leaned up to peck him, smile so wide it hurt his cheeks.
āI love you so much. Happy Valentineās Day Dom.ā
Bandit went for his lips a second time before sprinkling his entire face with butterfly kisses. Unusual behaviour for the man but Marius just lapped it up. Any affection from his boyfriend made his heart burst.
āSo I was wondering if youād like to go out for coffee and shop maybe?ā Before he could even answer, he was being ushered down the hall. They both knew he wouldnāt say no but the excitement in Banditās movements still definitely caught his attention. What was this man up to?
They ended up doing a bit of shopping then going to see a movie of JƤgerās choosing- a romcom which Dominic would usually be opposed to but didnāt even complain once against- before going to grab lunch and a few beers at a pub. They got back to base at around 3 in the afternoon and Marius felt so prepared to fall into bed and cuddle but couldnāt help the feeling that something else was coming. The day was perfect, just stress free hanging out with his boyfriend and some good food- but he didnāt miss the slight hints that Bandit was nervous. For what he had no idea, but it was unmistakable.
The occasional stumbling over words, the way he grabbed his hand and squeezed it every now and then. The way he threw back his first beer. His leg bouncing as he drove. Itād only progressively gotten worse the later it got.
As they pulled into the parking lot Bandit stopped him before he could climb out of the car.
āWere going for a little bit of a hike so, go get changed and grab some water. Iāll go grab our packs.ā
JƤger definitely didnāt hide his surprise well but the excitement overwhelmed it in only moments anyway.
He voiced his agreement before practically throwing himself from the car and bounding up the underground car parks steps. (Elevators arenāt trustworthy.)
Dominic appeared in their room not long after, leading him back out the building and towards the forest edge, right near the supply shed.
This mustāve been what he was doing the other day then. Setting something up for Valentineās Day? That wasnāt much like Bandit, and the day had already had so much effort put into it from his boyfriend. Maybe he buttered him up before walking him into a prank? Also entirely possible, but the buttering had done its job anyway. After the day theyād had he was sure heād forgive the asshole anyway if thatās what was about to happen.
After checking the compass, they began wandering through the trees, chatter filling the space between them. Most of the trek was uphill and by what he was told was the second half of it, he could feel his legs burning. He didnāt complain but Bandit reassured him they were almost there anyway, most likely comforting himself more than his more outdoorsy partner.
By about 1800 they broke the tree line onto one of the prettiest views JƤger had ever seen. It took his breath away like no view had before, despite the amount of travelling heād done.
Set up before him on the clearing of a cliff was a mountain of blankets and sheets under a small canopy, laced top to bottom with twinkling fairy lights. As if that wasnāt enough, the backdrop showed the sun shining gold across the endless treetops. It wouldnāt be long before it set and covered the sky in pinks and oranges instead.
The view from here was gorgeous, he vaguely recognised it as similar to Rookās favourite spot- theyād discussed it before, Julien had promised to bring him up to it for a hike one day but they hadnāt gotten around to it.
Had Bandit asked him where to go, specifically for this?
Tears sprung to his eyes and he turned to his boyfriend, only to find him on one knee behind him.
His heart stopped.
The usually so collected man was smiling so nervously up at him, and Marius had forgotten how to breathe. His heart pounded in his chest, the tears were now forming streaks down his cheeks. And then those words;
It really was in the small things with Bandit. He didnāt get any cute words, he didnāt get many reassurances or compliments. But he noticed the other things. He noticed how every blanket and sheet was green- his favourite colour. He noticed when Dom started unpacking their food that it was all things Marius loved.
He noticed when, as they lay under the sunset cuddling, Banditās eyes never left him. And when he looked up to meet the gaze, he noticed the lift on the edges of his lips before he muttered Mariusā favourite words.
A team is out on a mission over Christmas and must struggle through the cold misery and lack of festivity, until a surprise arrives in the mail. Kind of.
KapkanXBandit
2k words, sad but then fluff? Kinda? Not sure how to tag
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The wind whistled through his hair, carrying small flurries of white that bit at his uncovered nose and caught his eyelashes.
Kapkan was used to winters, enjoyed them even, but he too was feeling the weather drag down his mood and the edges of his lips.
They were currently on a mission that was expected to take another three months yet, but it wasnāt that he minded. No, any other time of the year would have been fine, but the group was bitterly aware of the lack of festivities in their small camp. There had been an opportunity to send two of the group of five home for two weeks, but they all agreed to let Zofia go see her family, and the puppy eyes on Blitz never failed to break even the most heartless of their team.
Usually, Maxim wouldnāt even care. Actually, this year was no different- or so he told himself. Heād been pointlessly looking forward to Christmas to share it with his partner, but then the relationship came to a crashing halt just before his deployment.
Initially, he toyed with the idea that with spring and the melting of snow, the relationship could bloom again with the new flowers. But then he crushed it beneath his foot, petals of hope falling in a mess on the dirt. He would admit he cried, even tried desperately to talk Six in allowing him one personal call, before he gave up.
There was no warning, no reason, no. Bandit had just thrown him away like it was all nothing. He wasnāt stupid, he knew Dominic had dealt with plenty of shit throughout his life and figured this was probably in relation to some part of his past, but he couldnāt help the bitterness that seeped into his bones. Well- he told himself it was bitterness, forced it to be. He couldnāt bear being sad whilst they had a job to do.
Looking up at the few stars that broke between sheets of white, he sighed. This was it for him. Nothing else, he was done with love. He promised himself this years ago before a certain German wedged his way between the words and threatened their stability.
He heard footsteps approaching and lifted from his position, silently handing over their scope and pulling up his wrap to cover his mouth and nose. Maverick watched him with an eye that gave the illusion of knowing, but Kapkan was certain he had no idea. Still, he appreciated the lack of questions as he made his departure, fully planning to find his bed and sleep.
The minute he shed his clothes and grabbed his blankets, Kapkan fell into a shivering sleep.
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A loud cheer dragged Maxim back into the land of the living, eyes fluttering open before he squinted against the harsh light of day. He had no idea what the time was, but he didnāt feel like heād slept for nearly enough time and it caused him to scowl.
He pushed himself into a sitting position but before he could even utter a word Valkyrie caught the movement. Her beaming smile turned to him and his mood flicked to curiosity. Valkyrie was a fairly serious Op, so for her to be grinning like a child on Christmas Day meant something good had clearly happened. A breakthrough maybe?
A raised eyebrow invited her over and she happily obeyed, the paper in her hand getting waved excitedly above her head on the way. She knelt beside him as he read the note he was handed, frown slowly growing before he broke into a small smile.
The note began with their usual report of the town and the weather expected, but ended with what had surely brought the excitement to the woman.
āWe have a surprise arriving later, ETA 1300. They bring supplies of food and water so the town duties for today are suspended. Please be sure to make room for a few more beds.ā
After a āMerry Christmasā- which in itself was odd- Ā the note ended.
Kapkan didnāt really care for guests, but the excitement on Valkyrieās face showed clearly that she did, and any moral booster was a good moral booster in his views.
āYou should go tell Erik.ā He smiled at the woman, who looked shocked before she shot up and raced outside.
Maxim spared a laugh at Valkyries expense, before he collapsed back into his pillow for a few more hours of needed rest.
1300
Maverick had woken him a half hour prior, giving him time to make his bare breakfast before they needed to be on their feet for whatever was arriving.
He did so before deciding to temporarily relieve Valkyrie of her watch so she could greet their guests, knowing how much the woman was surely looking forward to it.
From his spot of the roof he could see three people approaching, keeping to the edge of the street. For anyone else they wouldnāt have caught attention, but Kapkan had been watching them since they rounded the corner from an alleyway not too far from their current base.
People who lived in this area were a lot more flighty, men with heads constantly swivelling and women rarely looking from their feet but jumping at every noise. These three were noticeably a lot less tense, even though their faces were covered. They didnāt know the dangers of the area like other civilians.
A hand pulled out from a pocket, holding a simple silver coin that relaxed his shoulders. Immediately he pulled out an identical one and held it in the light, letting it glint for a moment before he tucked it away.
He grabbed his radio and mumbled an āIncoming friendlies, three.ā Only tucking the equipment away when he received a reply of confirmation. When they entered safely, he turned his sights back to the streets around him and settled into the silence.
It only took a few minutes before it was broken by a familiar creak of the door behind him. He stood and turned, assuming Valkyrie was back to take her position early. He froze.
Dominic stood in the doorway, face drowning in uncertainty as he fiddled with the door handle. The usual cocky faƧade was nowhere to be seen and it almost made Maxim want to comfort him. Instead, he turned back to his job.
It took another few minutes before Bandit moved from his place, timid footsteps approaching Kapkan as if he were a wild animal ready to snap.
āMaxim?ā
He grunted in reply, trying not to react to the familiar soft tone that was reserved for only Banditās favourite people.
āI can explain- No, I want to explain everything.ā He sighed when he received no response, moving to settle beside Kapkan on the ground. āIām going to explain, you deserve an explanation. You donāt have to accept it or care. Um ok, so a few Christmasā ago- or no wait I should clarify that Iāve never really liked Christmas anyway after Cedrick got injured, ācos it just got awkward andā¦ I accidentally killed the family vibe.ā
Kapkan glanced over to him briefly to find his face scrunched up in discomfort as he scanned the horizon, naturally taking spot as a watcher alongside him.
āOk but I had this girlfriend like four years ago- Sam- and she uh, she decided to get a little aggressive one night. She used to just slap me and shit but I didnāt want to, uh, I brushed it off as pregnancy hormones. I didnāt want to upset her so I just let her. Iāve taken worse.ā
Already, Kaplanās face was hardening in anger, lips tight and jaw clenched. Dominicās voice was shaking and he felt bad for making him share this, especially only a few days from Christmas.
āChristmas Eve she took it a bit further, she uh, she stabbed me. Iāve always gone for the crazies so it wasnāt entirely out of character but, it surprised me. I hit her back and she got furious, telling me how it wasnāt my kid anyway and how sheād been fƻƧking some other guy on the side-ā his words were tense and bit off and Kapkan had already made up his mind. He sat up and pulled Bandit into a hug, the smaller Man shaking in his arms. Despite usually hating hugs, he sank into the grip appreciatively, arms hesitantly wrapping under the thick coat Kapkan wore.
āYou donāt have to explain more. That is plenty, I forgive you. We can talk about it another day.ā He pulled his arms tighter before kissing the beanie on Banditās head. āI will tell you what Christmas was for me. You can decide what it will be for us.ā
A small hum came from Bandit in reply.
āWe used to all huddle into the kitchen in the morning to start the day off with a glass of wine before going to the tree for presents. The house was always warm from the fireplace and everything used to smell like cinnamon and just home.ā
Bandit pulled back slightly. āOur mum used to always get cinnamon sticks and lay them around the house on Christmas morning so when we got up everything smelled festive, or thatās what she used to say.ā The small smile on his face made Kapkan realise his resolve on no more love couldnāt crumble, because it never existed in the first place. No one else, yes, but only because Bandit had his heart and would keep it.
āCinnamon is a good smell. We used to have a relaxed day with maybe a Christmas movie or a guest but mostly just calm until dinner, where my mother would make us all sit around the table and my parents would bring out the food theyād prepared. A big roast and vegetables, and a mug of peppermint hot chocolate for everyone.ā He couldnāt help the longing tone that seeped into his voice at the memories, but it seemed Bandit was on the same page anyway.
āWe never used to have a big dinner, it was always lunch for us ācos my dad worked Christmas nights. None of us minded though because weād have a family movie night instead with my cousins, until they moved anyway.ā
Imagining a small Dominic curled up in some blankets while a Christmas movie flicked across a screen warmed his heart.
āChristmas has such good memories, thatās what Iām here for. We can make our own Christmas, I can help you bring back the joy.ā Kapkan pulled away and pushed himself to his feet before offering a hand. āCome on, thereās a snowstorm coming anyway. We should head inside.ā
Walking towards the makeshift camp he could hear the distinct voice of Ela echoing through the building, harmonising with a loud laugh from Meghan. When they reached the team he caught sight of the Polish woman, stood opposite Valkyrie and a tacky bag decorated with baubles and tinsel.
āYou two settled yourselves?ā Maverick caught his attention.
Glancing to Bandit, he couldnāt help his snort. Maybe the American had picked up more than he realised. Or maybe- he thought when he looked back over to the two girls- maybe they werenāt so good at hiding their feelings. If their excited expressions were anything to go by.
āYeah, weāre all good.ā
A cheer arose from Valkyrie as she pulled a carton from the bag she was knelt at, holding it out to them as if she were going to call cheers.
Montagne pulled Rook into his arms as confusion flooded him, a mere trickle compared the monsoon of memories in Rookās mind.
The touches came abruptly, the dark look in his eyes giving Rook some hope in what was previously a dead end crush, useless and unrequited.
It was faster than he was used to but almost nonexistent, leaving him confused every time. Bandit would pin him to the wall, glance at his lips with a smirk, then disappear. He wasnāt even sure if he was imagining it.
They saw it one day, his teammates. Marius and Elias watched with angry gazes, only moving to him after the whirlwind that was Dominic had vanished into the air.
They warned him to watch himself, to be careful. The soft look on JƤgerās face left him a little unsure but loudest in his mind was the confirmation that this was real, he wasnāt imagining this.
He never acted on it. Weeks on weeks went of touches that no one could see and words that no one could hear, but he never confirmed it. His words were never spoken and his lips never touched Julienās.
He was fine with it, lapped up every bit of affection and appreciated every touch. He was a patient person and he could wait. After all, this was Bandit, the man was someone who struggled to show real care and emotion. Heād watched him plenty, learned his ins and outs from the way he interacted with all of Rainbow to the very different and rare display of emotions toward his German teammates.
Yes, Rook has seen his beautiful side underneath and he would wait.
By the fifth week Bandit began to stay around him, wordless but constant in his day. They trained side by side and sat together for meals, even spending down time in the presence of each other. Underneath, Rook missed his friends a little, but he was happy with his new situation.
It was Bandit who told him about the party the following night, even offered him a gift of two bottles of wine that lit his face with a smile. He pulled the man in for a grateful hug, lips unintentionally seeking his only to meet a cheek. He was a little disheartened but it was fine, he would wait.
He hardly saw Bandit all day as everyone swarmed about, chattering and giggling with enthusiasm for the liquid confidence the night promised. Time seemed longer than usual before the gathering as Rook wandered around like a lost puppy in search its owner.
He didnāt see him until later when he brought his third glass of wine to his lips, a chair in the corner occupied by his awkward self. Normally he was bubbly and social but he felt dejected waiting for the German to appear.
The wide smile on Banditās lips and the outstretched hand caused excitement to fill him at the time but now he realised the smile was sharp and the hand foreboding.
They stumbled through the door, Banditās grip tight on the Frenchmanās wrist as he lead him into his room. The words from the hallway reverberated through his mind.
āI like you too.ā
It felt almost too good to be true but he wasnāt one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The champagne bottle was pressed to his lips and he obediently gulped the remainder of the liquid, ability to focus fading. JƤgerās words of warning were the furthest thing from his thoughts when Dominic eyes lit with fire and he pulled him in.
The embrace was heated and he melted against the German, completely giving himself in to whatever was offered.
He realised now that it never melted him, it burnt him. The charred flesh covered him but somehow he was the last one to notice it, waited til it was too late for the smell to hit his nose. Til he was crying in agony in the arms of a friend.
A banging on the door hurt his pounding head as he woke, struggling to hear the quiet words.
Bandit was to clean the damn party he threw, the rest of the GSG9 couldnāt be found so it was on him. Rook didnāt think he even saw any of the other Germanās the night prior. But-
āIt was your party?ā He winced as he pushed himself up, pulling the blanket higher over his bare chest. Bandit met his eyes with an empty look and his heart dropped. Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it?
āIt was, yeah. Your clothes are there, let yourself out.ā
And with that he left, ignoring the tears that glossed Julienās eyes.
He didnāt see him around much the following days. He never met him at the entrance of the canteen or the door of the gym, never bothered seeking him out. Rook felt out of place as he went back to his usual group, silent at the end of the GIGN table.
He caught the confused looks of the other members of his team, even the sympathetic looks of the other GSG9, but could never find the gaze he was searching for.
He did his best to keep his tears silent at night, teeth digging into his fist and eyebrows furrowed as he tried to work out what he had done wrong, what had gone awry.
Heād learned the man, knew his routine. If Bandit wouldnāt seek him, heād take it upon himself. If he could find what was wrong then he could fix it, right? So thatās what he did, caught Bandit in the locker rooms after a workout.
āDom!ā
The eyes were just as empty when he spun on him as they were on that morning, no remanence of care. An impenetrable mask no matter how hard he searched.
He pleaded for him to explain, to tell him what he did. At no response he got frustrated, voice raising as he demanded answers. Did he even ever care? Did it matter to him how hurt heād left him?
āNo, I didnāt. Once or twice I regret it- but partyās over.ā His voice was monotone as he brushed it all aside, confirming the suspicions that Rook so desperately tried to ignore.
The dam wall broke and the tears came, spilling down his cheeks in a steady stream no matter how hard he tried to control it.
Banditās composure wavered and annoyance peeked through but Rook pushed forward into a cold embrace, searching desperately for any affection.
āI canāt count the reasons why I donāt love you.ā
The words sliced through all of his sweet delusions and he pulled back as if heād been cut, stumbling as he backed away.
When Bandit left the room, Rook felt more alone than heād ever been. He stood in confusion for a moment before leaving to wander the halls, sight swimming as hiccuped sobs dragged themself from his throat.
He found himself in the GIGN room, empty except for Montagne who lept to his feet the minute heād entered, arms wrapping protectively around the young man who just buried his face.
Fluffy fluff, 1.3k words, G rating. Tachanka and Kapkan
Happy birthday @r6shippingdelivery !!! I hope you enjoy, sorry it was slow and is short. Hopefully itās fluffy enough to make up for it!
I chose Chank/Kap cos I remember that you like it and itās somehing I havenāt written :3 so fingers crossed you still love the ship lmao
The song(piano version):
https://youtu.be/oWjY8SIHUfo
(IK thereās one called you and I, I swear itās not just me being unoriginal itās just the song names)
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When Kapkan wandered into the dining hall at 0700 he was met with people bubbling with far too much excitement to be normal. It didnāt take long to find the source of chatter though, considering the crowd that was forming around it. Amongst a cluster of operators stood a proud grand piano. Curiosity got the better of him as he wandered over, eyes scanning the glossy surface with interest.
āWhatās that situation?ā He asked as he stopped next to Bandit, the German glancing at him before shrugging.
āWe found it here, no one knows where it came from or why. They want to play it, but theyāre all too scared.ā He slightly raised his voice on the last two words, catching glares from a few people nearby with a grin.
Thermite held his gaze for a minute before huffing and throwing his arms up.
āScrew it, someone has to play it!ā He slid straight into the seat, mischievous smile lighting his face as he lifted the lid. The first press of a key was tentative but caught the attention of everyone in the room effortlessly. The following notes made it clear Jordan didnāt know what he was doing, but he continued to toy with it anyway.
Half way through the messy playing of ātwinkle twinkle little starā, Rook stepped up and placed his hand on Thermiteās shoulder to pause him, shaking him for a moment while he smirked.
āMove aside and let the master show you how itās done.ā
āGo back to running circles on the track and let me make beautiful music.ā
Bandit snorted beside him as the two bickered back and forth for a moment before Rook gave up and simply pushed Thermite to the side. Just as he lifted his hands to the keys, Doc pushed through the group with a grumble. āYou both shouldnāt even be touching it, we donāt know whoās it is or what itās for. If you donāt know how to play it then move off.ā
It was clear the poor man hadnāt gotten much sleep the night prior, probably kept up by Bandit who had suspiciously disappeared around the same time Doc had appeared.
Rook smiled at his teammate with one of his innocent and disarming smiles before continuing as he was, starting a casual tune that Kapkan vaguely recognised. Silence fell over the area as everyone listened to the music for a moment, enjoying the interruption to their typical mornings.
As the song came to an end a few people jumped at the opportunity to have a turn next, which Rook happily moved for, encouraging others to play too.
Kapkan had gotten over the initial curiosity and finally dragged himself away, heading straight for the kitchen to grab some scrambled eggs and coffee. When he reached the Spetsnaz table he dropped into the seat opposite Tachanka, who merely glanced at him with a thoughtful look.
Strange for the man to not immediately burst into a joke or insult as his friends filled the table around him but Kapkan brushed it off, instead filling his mouth with bitter black coffee, swearing as he burnt his tongue.
Despite the strange morning and appearance of the piano, the day continued as per usual. Training, paperwork, and an update on possible white mask movements in UAE.
Normal days were fine but Kapkan couldnāt deny his enthusiasm for when they got assignments, the adrenaline always kept him on his toes instead of letting the small bits of boredom creep under his skin. He was definitely glad when he was finally relieved of tasks and could slink back to the Spetsnaz room. He didnāt really have anything to do but that was ok with him.
Thatās exactly what he did for the rest of the night too.
He was laying in his bed with his phone above his face when a knock on the door startled him, causing him to drop the technology directly onto the bridge of his nose.
āŠ±Š»ŃŃŃ! Who the f-ā he cut his words off with a sharp inhale as he moved his phone and stood up from his comfort, marching to his door and yanking it open with a growl on his tongue that he choked on. Standing opposite him was a poker faced Tachanka. He Immediately took hold of his wrist, hardly giving Kapkan the time to pull his door shut behind him before he was lead through their dark room and out into the hall.
āWhat are we doing? What time is it even?ā
Tachanka pushed on and he just followed, eyebrows furrowing. He knew it was around midnight because last time he checked the time it was about 2300, which meant basically everyone will have retired to their rooms. The halls proved the thought, devoid of noise other than their footsteps and the rustling of trees in the light wind outside.
The man, despite his facial features being unreadable when Kapkan searched before, seemed very serious. He trusted him with his life so left it at that and did as told, following without another word.
When they pushed into the dining hall, even more scepticism flooded his mind. Still, he followed Tachanka to the piano that resides in the corner, lit in the tranquil blue light of the moon that shone in from a window. The breeze invaded through the same opening, chilling his skin where it brushed it.
He stopped within arms reach of the instrument, watching carefully as his fellow Russian slid onto the seat and lifted the key protector.
It wasnāt Tachanka who looked up at him for a moment, thoughtful and sincere, it was the rare show of Alexandr underneath. The man he loved getting the pleasure of speaking to when they had a few drinks, or when the other two of their CTU had fallen asleep and they were left up to their own devices. A surprisingly deep thinker and kind man, despite his harsh exterior and loud mouth.
Alex cleared his throat and turned back to the ivories, lifting his hands for the gentle beginning of a song. As the melody progressed, his eyes fell shut and he started moving with the music, entrancing Maxim with every sway. The room echoed an unfamiliar tune and filled his head, fingers tingling against the smooth side of the piano. He wasnāt even sure when heād moved to touch it, his focus swayed between watching Alexandrās hands move with practiced ease and watching his facial expressions- so open and vulnerable compared to what they usually were. Kapkan felt honoured to be the one allowed to witness this.
The song wasnāt a complicated one but had a wonderful tone to it that came to an end all too soon.
A silence settled over the room as Tachankaās eyes flickered open again, shooting to meet his gazr. He felt almost out of place as he eventually broke the quiet with a whisper.
āWhat song wasā¦ What was it about?ā
āItās about not being able to keep your eyes off of someone.ā He never let their eye contact falter as he spoke with certainty, shocking Kapkan. Was he getting the wrong message here? He felt stupid as his cheeks warmed, praying the man in front of him couldnāt see it through the dark. āI donāt know why I canāt keep my eyes off of you.ā
The words were hummed in a low and rough voice, clearing up the possibility of misinterpreting and leaving Maxim frozen. Tachanka gently covered the keys before standing, placing his warm hand on Maximās shoulder and smiling comfortingly.
āThe song is called āYou and meā, by a group called Lifehouse. You listen to it and think about it. Sleep well, Š“Š¾ŃŠ¾Š³Š¾Š¹.ā
Tachanka left Kapkan with his heart pounding as he dropped to the now unoccupied seat, an unsure but warm smile spreading across his lips.
My first ever smut, I really do apologise if itās terrible because I can not tell >.< 2.1k and M/E rating
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Caveira has always had to be resourceful to get what she wanted, and indeed she was good at it. She was definitely having difficulties getting close to her target but she was working her way towards him gradually. He was far too social in her opinion, she could never find a moment when he was alone. If not talking to someone, he was always by the side of his damn CTU partner, Frost.
She was another obstacle for a while, before Taina set her up with one of the other girls while drunk. Yes, she definitely had no focus on Buck as anything more than a friend while she was trying to work out her situation with the Op Hibana.
She crept through the shadows, eyes trailing the broad shoulders in front of her as he made his way from the Rec room, presumably finally going to bed.
She wanted to approach, she finally had the opportunity, but she found herself second guessing her plan and instead stayed a few metres behind.
He rounded one of the dark halls and she followed, leaping back when she came face to face with the man casually leant against the wall.
āYouāre impressively silent but youāre a lot more noticeable when someone knows to look for you.ā
āYou weāre looking for me?ā Her confidence basically melted away as Buck watched her from his position, still completely relaxed with their situation. An almost foreboding smile lifted one side of his mouth as he pushed off and started approaching her.
āI was indeed. Canāt blame me with the looks youāre always throwing- donāt think I donāt see them.ā He backed her into the wall, hands in his pockets as he stood in front of her, grin unwavering.
She was in no way trapped and yet she felt it, her instincts screaming at her to flee while also demanding she stayed put under his cool blue gaze.
He pulled one hand free, reaching up to gently brush her cheek.
āAm I wrong?ā She didnāt know what to do for once, suddenly not the hunter. Her head tilted away a little as her eyes flitted around but Buck wasnāt having it, the gentle touch on her cheek quickly became a firm grip of her jaw as she was forced to look him in the eye. āAm I wrong?ā
The tone was just was collected but held an edge as he narrowed his eyes a little at her. Her subconscious decided before her mind even caught up.
āNo, youāre not wrong.ā She was glad her voice sounded a lot more confident than she felt at the moment, entirely surprised by how the friendly Canadian was behaving.
Buckās grip loosened as he nodded, eyes scanning the halls around them before he shrugged, turning back to Taina.
He gave her no warning as his he dove for her neck, wet butterfly kisses trailing from her collarbone to her ear as she shivered, head falling back in response. Her hands remained tight at her sides in hesitation.
He nipped at her lobe before pulling back, catching her eyes as they fluttered open again. He only gave her enough time to catch sight of his smirk before his rough lips met hers. She immediately responded to the kiss, tilting her head as one hand decided to trail up his side, slipping under his shirt.
While her fingers danced across his firm pecs he peaked his tongue out and forced her lips apart, battling with her for a moment before pressing further to explore her mouth. Caveira hissed as he pulled back, catching her lip with sharp teeth. Sucking it into her mouth she felt the slight taste of iron and glared up at the devilish look on Buckās face. He merely laughed, letting himself be pulled back in as she licked her way into his mouth, nails dragging down his abs with the one hand, the other lifting up to lace through his curls.
They fought messily, fire burning between them as they both let their mutual needs and curiosity of each other take over their motions.
Taina grasped the bottom of his shirt and tugged, hinting at him to take take it off despite their current location. Without pause, their kiss broke and the item was dropped somewhere beside them before Buckās large hands moved to her thighs, eyes sparkling through the dark. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his firm waist before he pressed her to the wall, one arm beside her head.
āYou sure about this?ā She wriggled in response, pressing herself against the semi hard dick under his pants and eliciting a groan.
He needed no other words as he rid her of her shirt, hand moving to massage her breast through her bra as she kept grinding against him. His teeth turned to her neck, biting roughly before his tongue dashed out to sooth the area, mouth closing over it. She couldnāt hold back her moan at the sensation, head thrown back against the wall as the air around them heated.
Sliding a hand down between them, Caveira palmed the sizeable tent forming for a moment before moving her hands to his belt and blindly unbuckling it. The minute she got it loose, she slid her hands down into the tactical pants and found Buckās dick through his briefs, fingers tracing its shape teasingly.
āI donāt have a condom, we should-ā Buck couldnāt bite back his surprised moan as Caveira relocated her hand to under his boxers, silky skin warm in her hold as she started stroking at a slow pace.
āIām clean and canāt have kids.ā
When she met his blue eyes again she saw how dark theyād become, filled with the same craving she felt. She couldnāt help but press forward into another hungry kiss that he eagerly met, teeth clashing against hers as he devoured her.
She rolled her thumb over his wet slit and swallowed his moan before removing her hand. He took the hint and broke off, sitting her down on her feet and helping her remove her boots and pants. She knew anyone could be still up or come wandering the halls but the risk of being found, paired with the rough beard against her inner thigh, turned her on immensely. Buck nipped at her legs, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to tickle and have her arching forward for more.
She placed both hands against the wall to brace herself as she watched the man work his way along her left leg. She had the urge to tell him to hurry up but felt it was no longer her place to make demands, so she did the next best thing.
āPlease.ā
His eyes shot up to hers and an inquisitive smile lit up his face.
āPlease what, Taina? What would you like?ā
When she only glared back at him, biting her tongue and refusing to say more, he licked a bold strip along her already soaked panties, relishing in her whimper.
āYou want my tongue? Want me to bury my face in your lips and leave you begging for more?ā
Caveira writhed at his wicked words, aroused but shocked that the Canadian would speak so filthily. Another drag of his tongue had her breathing out the words he wanted to hear.
He hid his surprise at how easy she begged, turning to drag her underwear down her legs as he studied her dripping folds. āLook how worked up you are for me hmm?ā
She arched her back, hand shooting from the wall to his hair as he took his first leisurely lick, tasting her. He ran his tongue over her a few couple more times then he moved her clit, sucking it into his mouth and relishing in her light moans. He drew a few figure eights before he moved to her entry, kitten licking it before he delved inside.
Hands that had previously been kneading her hips moved up to her breasts and she keened, pressing into the warm touch, unaware of the eyes admiring her actions.
Buck pushed his tongue as far as it could go, wiggling it a bit before starting to flick it, prompting a high pitched mewl from the woman above him.
He switched back to making random shapes on her clit, lifting his hand and sliding his middle finger in to the joint and pumping it as Caveiraās moans became more frequent, joining it with his pointer when he found her g-spot.
They were lucky the hall was nowhere near the rooms because Taina was significantly louder than normal as she twisted and whined.
āOh god, Iām-ā Warmth shot through her body as Buck pushed her over the edge, legs twitching and core clenching against his stilled fingers. Her grip tightened in his hair and she whimpered, attempting to pull the persistent tongue away as she spasmed under itās ministrations.
He stopped as her body calmed, removing his fingers and wiping his face. Caveira might have laughed if she wasnāt still so turned on.
Effortlessly he pinned her to the wall again, her bare legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he trailed his lips along her neck, giving her a moment to recover.
When she had caught her breath a little she pulled his face up, pressing her lips to his eagerly, ignoring the taste of herself still on his tongue.
He pushed his boxers down, groaning into her mouth as his length finally got freedom, springing up to his stomach. He stroked himself a few times before lining up with her entry and allowing her to lower herself down onto him. She whimpered into his mouth in pleasure as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick member.
They broke their kiss to instead just rest their lips together, Buckās teeth again holding her lip as her warmth wrapped around him. The pleasure shooting up his spine paired with impulses had him thrusting up, driving his dick in to the hilt as they both moaned loudly.
A silent nod from Caveira had him continuing with a rough pace, bouncing her in time with his intrusions as he held her hips in an almost bruising grip.
They continued for a moment before Buck stopped and Caveiraās eyes flicked open in confusion.
āBounce yourself, fuck yourself on my cock.ā
She hummed at the request, eyes blazing as she grinded her hips to test the water. Before she continued she decided she might as well fully commit and reached around her back, unclipping her bra and dropping it off to the side.
Winking at Buck, she placed her hands on either shoulder before setting a slightly teasing pace, rolling against him and clenching her walls occasionally. His hands squeezed her ass, grunts dropping from his lips as he watched his dick repeatedly enter her.
She changed her tempo to fast bounces and his eyes moved to her chest as her boobs moved with her. Dropping his head, he took one into his mouth, the action causing Caveiraās movement to temporarily stutter. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it with small strokes before it wrapped around it and sucked.
Taina bowed in his hold, pressing up into the feeling with a gasp and freezing. Buck took the lead again, pressing her lithe body between him and the wall and pounding into it as he continued toying with her breast.
Repositioning so he could free an arm, he leant back to wriggle his hand between them and placed his thumb against her bundle of nerves, circling it as he sped up.
āWhere?ā His thrusts weāre starting to get sloppy as he too neared his end, body pulled taut.
āInside.ā
The minute Taina began clenching around him he fell over the edge and they moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through them. Caveira dragged her nails down Buckās back as he buried himself inside her, warm cum filling her up. Her stomach muscles twitched as she came down from her high, toes unclenching and a dopey smile washing across her face.
She unconsciously leant forward and pressed an affectionate kiss to Buckās lips before he pulled out, straightening himself as she collected her clothes.
āShowers, then meet in my room?ā The ever friendly smile was back on his face and Caveira couldnāt help as her stomach did a little flip, lips softly lifting.
Blitz has to talk male Reader down from suicide- DatGirlSuzie request. Sorry this took so long my lovely, I hope itās ok! <3
Depression/Suicide warnings. Angst and comfort. No death. 1.1k words and M rating
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The club music bounced off the beaten down buildings as they wandered away, cold wind nipping at their skin while the alcohol in their systems flooded them with warmth. They only drank enough to get tipsy, as they usually did, but it was enough for them to unwind and giggle amongst themselves. Even Bandit relaxed on their group outings, laughing along with JƤger and IQ as they skipped along like idiots, Blitz trailing behind them just watching his family with a smile.
He loved them all dearly, even if they were children that he more often than not couldnāt leave alone. Especially in the more dangerous side of town. No, he wasnāt worried for their well-being, more the legal issues they could get into if they stumbled upon a fight.
He let his gaze wander to the night sky, subtly wishing he could see the stars that sparkled somewhere behind the light pollution, when movement in the side of his sights caught his attention.
At the top of one of the tall buildings, a person had just climbed over a railing. Even from here the trembling of their body could be seen and something told Elias it wasnāt from the cold air.
His heart thumped in his ears as he sprinted, the alcoholās effects practically disappearing as his mind flushed with a frantic clarity. Behind him Bandit called him back, IQās voice joining with concern in her tone, but he didnāt stop.
He cut across in front of a car, ignoring the ugly curses that were thrown out the window as his runners scratched the dirty pavement beneath them.
The alley he entered was poorly lit and stank of something rotting, itās only light positioned above a doorway. He jiggled a cold handle only to find the back entrance locked and a glance up told him the fire escape was too high to reach. Instincts took over and he set himself to breach the building, leg raising for a powerful kick. The first was unsuccessful and jolted his joints but he ignored it, trying again as the pounding of feet approached
āElias, Elias!ā
The lock on the door gave way and it busted open, Blitz shoving it out of the way as it swung back toward him. Tape hung across the front of the elevator entry declaiming it āOut of Orderā and he swore under his breath, turning instead to the old and ragged stairs immediately to his left and taking them without second thought, traversing two or three at a time. The air was stale and dusty and some of the lights were blown, making a hasty ascent dangerous in some spots.
His friends stayed only metres behind, the echo of their steps following him as he moved up, mind set on his task.
When he reached the top floor he pushed the door open, fighting against the harsh wind that swept his hair back and stung his eyes.
A gust caught the door and slammed it shut, catching the attention of the man whose head swivelled to meet the gaze of the intruder. Blitz slowly moved forward now, relieved to have made it in time.
āPlease!ā He shouted against the night as his voice was swept away. āPlease climb back over, come talk to me!ā
He couldnāt hear the sobs that shook the man but he could see the tears on his cheeks when he glanced down and they caught the light shining from the street below him, before he looked back to Blitz.
The door swung open again behind him but he didnāt look back, gaze steady and calm as he continued his approach.
āHey, hey. Just look at me yeah? Come back over, this isnāt the right choice. Youāve got plenty of life to live yet!ā
The manās voice was scratchy when he replied, barely managing the volume he needed to counter the wind.
āI donāt want it! I hate it!ā
āWhy? Tell me why, talk to me! Iāll listen!ā The man appeared to debate his options for a second before deciding it clearly couldnāt do any harm.
āThereās nothing there, Iāve got nothing to live for. Every day is practically miserable! Any little bit of happiness just gets ripped up by more depression anyway! My fucking parents hate me for being gay and-ā he hiccupped through his tears, voice steadily getting rougher- āI donāt know what Iām meant to do! I canāt just stop! I just want to be happy but itād be easier for everyone if I was just dead.ā
āIt gets better. I absolutely promise.ā He was only a few metres away now, no longer having to yell. He could see clearly the splotched red that covered soft cheeks and sadness flooded through him. āIām gay and I know how it can be, I had a lot of trouble with bullies in school, some people are just pricks. Youāve just got to find the good ones, make your own family!ā He threw an arm out to gesture to the rest of his CTU he knew was somewhere behind him, aware that this was the first theyād heard of him being gay and bullied. āThereās nothing like the love and happiness you feel when you finally get that support, youāll be able to chase your dreams and find someone you love and live and enjoy life. Fight for it!ā
Uncertainty crossed the tearstained features of the guy, face scrunching up a little as he tried to think clearly through shuddered breathing and waterfalls.
āJust come over, Iām here for you. Iāll help you through it. Weāve just got to take it one step at a time.ā
He held his attention, their eyes locked now as Elias extended a hand. The man blew out a shaky breath before reaching out, accepting the support.
The stranger climbed back over, collapsing into his arms as soon as he was into the safe zone. Blitz wrapped him tight for a minute before slowly sinking them to the ground, rough cement pressing uncomfortably into his knees. The broken man tucked his head into Blitz shoulder and sobbed, loud and heavy things that shook his entire body.
Blitz held him steady, letting his emotions pour onto his shirt as he hushed him with a flow of āItāll be ok, youāll be okā, ever so slightly swaying from side to side. He looked over his shoulder to catch the sobered faces of his family and smiled grimly. He didnāt know this guy but he was going to make damn certain to do his best to help him. He hated seeing people going through this sort of personal hell, had experienced it around him and even in his own mind before. He started humming quietly, lips tilting up as he felt a new pair of arms encircle them, followed by another, and a third.
@kiruuuuu , @magehir and I were talking about competing with a fluffy oneshot last week and I mean it was probably a joke but heck I did it anyway. So thatās why itās only 1k! I hope yāall enjoy though <33
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They entered the running track amenities block in silence and Rook could feel his worry bubbling over.
The two athletes always made it a habit to run together, often competing with random races and shoving each other to try gain an advantage. It was relaxing, a nice time for the couple to be together without words, just enjoying the company and the freedom of moving without their usual heavy gear. The wind in your hair could be remarkably soothing and as such their runs were often used to work off tension and emotions. They both knew and they were both fine with leaving things unsaid while they exercised.
Today was different to usual and Rook felt he might know why. It was quiet, clearly a day to destress rather than have fun, the only difference to usual was that Julien had found his boyfriend running on his own instead of receiving an invite. He ignored it and joined him without a word, subtly noticing how taut the Germanās shoulders were when he caught up. The air was filled with tension and it never changed to calm amidst their laps.
Theyād recently just come back from a - very short - trip to France where Julien introduced his boyfriend to his family. It hadnāt gone well.
Rook had come out as bi years ago, when he was still a teenager and in school, and while he wasnāt met with bundles of support he definitely wasnāt met with hostility. Turns out theyād thought it was a phase, as his father had said when heād introduced Elias.
Heād stepped back to pull the man into a side hug before addressing his parents.
āNous devrions aller. Ne vous attendez pas Ć une invitation au mariage. (We should be going. Donāt expect an invitation to the wedding.)ā He couldnāt help his petty lie as he turned them from the door.
As they entered the shower room, he couldnāt help but cringe. Explaining to his boyfriend hadnāt been pleasant. They say in silence for a while, both tempted to cry but both trying to be strong for the other.
They undressed and climbed into the showers, and when Rook came out he found Elias stood in front of the mirror only half clothed, shoulders turned from stiff to slack, expression helplessly dejected. Elias always tried to build others up but got very insecure himself.
āWhy are you even with me, honestly.ā
āBecause youāre perfect to me.ā The response came easily yet Blitz scoffed, making Julien frown. He wrapped his towel tightly around his waist as he moved over, dropping his head onto Eliasā bare shoulder as they met eyes in the mirror. āLetās see what I see.ā
His fingers lifted to his biceps, running down slowly to where their hands met, instinctually lacing together.
āI see someone capable, someone who works hard to be fit and ready for anything thrown at him. I see-ā he kissed before his ear before gently rubbing his chin from neck to shoulder and back. āA talented man whoās an excellent marksman and team member. Who takes time just to try make everyone else calm and happy.ā He pursed his lips as Blitz rolled his dampened eyes.
āElias, hey.ā Julien released one hand so he could move between him and the mirror before sinking to his knees, holding eye contact with the German. āDonāt think of anything else, itās just us here, just us. Iām being serious right now.ā
His hands came to rest on the bare hips before him as he pressed a feather soft kiss to his boyfriendās stomach.
āYouāre a caring and amazing person and trust me, people notice and appreciate it. Youāre wonderful and I couldnāt do any better. I never want to leave your side. Youāre my one and only.ā A tear silently slid down Eliasā cheek and he wanted to kiss it away. Instead he tenderly pressed another to his middle. āYouāre perfect to me and I donāt care what my parents think. I know you run it through your head but itās just us in this, ok? You and I. Forget about everyone else because I donāt care what they think.ā
Elias nodded, taking a deep breath before he turned his stare to his reflection. Rook did the same, eyes wandering the beautiful figure of his love. āYouāre so beautiful.ā The words were soft on his tongue, almost breathless as his air was stolen. He had so much love for this man.
Blitz grasped the hands on his hips, pulling Rook to stand. They shared a delicate kiss before simply leaving their lips together, breath mingling for a moment. Julien kissed him once more before pulling back to meet his gaze.
āJe tāaime, Elias. To the moon and back.ā A loving smile spread across the Germanās slightly salty lips.
āIch liebe dich, Julien. To the moon and back.ā
2.8k, mostly fluff with a small bit of violence somewhere. G/T rating.
This is from the HC that Valkyrie absolutely loves Disney songs. This is written so that each scene is about a different Lion king song, but it was this one that basically inspired it; (We are one- Lion King 2)
https://youtu.be/glDGAo9SIqs
This is also a birthday fic! I hope you have a very happy birthday Silky, and I hope you enjoy!!! Also side note, I love all your headcanons and I agree that these two are flipping adorable. Sorry if they at all seem ooc to you.
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The first time Ela had ever come across the woman, she was singing a damn Disney song. Not that Lion King wasnāt amazing, but she honestly didnāt think her timing was the best.
They were meeting at a busy cafe under the guise of school friends for an intel hand off, but when when Ela wandered over, pretending to be excited, the woman just grinned goofily and continued humming some random song as she stood to pull her into a hug, slyly dropping something into her pocket.
āAmanda! Itās been far too long wow, Iām glad I found some time to see you while youāre in town.ā
āIāll actually be here for a bit! Jackās got a job in one of the law firms downtown so maybe a few months?ā
She made up something about loving to show her around if their schedules match up, before starting to gossip about something one of their supposed ex school mates had gotten up to.
The woman she knew to actually be the Seal āValkyrieā started humming the same tune again as she talked, and it finally clicked in her mind what it was.
Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase.
She paused and squinted her eyes into an accusatory glare.
āAre you hummingā¦ Hakuna Matata?ā She regretted asking the minute humming changed to singing. Loud, obnoxious singing. Immediately she sprung across the table to slap a hand across the womanās mouth.
āWhat are you doing?ā She all but hissed as laughter bubbles under her palm. They were meant to be inconspicuous and believable, she doubted bursting into Disney counted as that.
āOk, ok.ā She removed her hand, settling back into her seat as she glared off looks from other customers. āSorry, Iāve had it stuck in my head all day.ā A disarming smile was shot her way and she sighed, deciding to let it slide.
They met again a little while after operation Orange Sky and it soon occurred to Ela that it wasnāt a one off. No, it seemed to be a regular thing around the operative.
The next time it happened, they were on their first practice operation as Rainbow Six members in a killhouse.
They had both wandered from their objective room and had ended up in a small room with a hatch on the floor and two windows, one of which was half busted open. Ela had her gun aimed steadily through it and into the yard below them when it started.
āBe prepared for sensational news! A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer.ā
She moved from view in seconds, spinning to glare at her teammate for giving away their location.
Valkyrie hadnāt moved from her careful angle on the doorway, hardly even moving as she continued to sing, doing the next line in a silly voice.
āBut, where do we feature?ā
Ela couldnāt help herself as she said the next line with a growl.
āJust listen to teacher.ā
The smile she received was blinding and she rolled her eyes in response, turning back to the window to peek. At least she shut up.
āI know it sounds sordid, but youāll be rewarded-ā
She spoke too soon.
With a huff she gave up and left the room.
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Despite the usually ridiculous timing of her Disney songs, Ela realised she found it amusing. It bugged her at first but Valkyrie more than proved herself plenty of times as a fully capable operator who never got stunted by her silly habit. If it wasnāt causing issues then Ela didnāt see it as a problem.
As a matter of fact, it was kind of endearing.
Today they were both laid across the couches in the Rec room, Ela quietly drawing while Meghan scrolled through some app on her phone.
It happened gradually. She didnāt notice at first, too focused on her drawing.
The tapping was quiet and repetitive and so she passed it off as a bit of boredom. After a little bit she recognised that it was a regular beat and not just random, around the time she also decided it was distracting her from her work. She glanced up, ready to tell the other woman to shut up, only to catch a gaze that was locked on her with a playful smirk.
Meghan was sat upright, tapping against the table and waiting for Ela to finally look up. When she did and met her gaze, humming started to match the beat.
It look her a second to recognise it, but when she did she wanted to literally facepalm. Huffing a short laugh, she gave the Seal her āare you serious?ā eyes, before giving in.
After all, she didnāt doubt the womanās persistence. She probably wouldnāt stop until she did.
āIām gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware.ā
āWell Iāve never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair!ā Valkyrie immediately jumped in for the birds part- Zazu if she remembered correctly.
āIām gonna be the main event, like no king was before. Iām brushing up, Iām looking down, Iām working on my roar.ā She couldnāt help but return the amused smile the blonde sent her, snorting when she exaggeratedly threw out an arm for her next part.
āThus far, a rather uninspiring thing.ā
She couldnāt help humouring her as she leapt to her feet and shouted āOh I just canāt wait to be king!ā
Meghan stood too, dancing her way over as they continued the impromptu duet, slowly getting louder and louder until they were basically belting the lyrics, arms waving around as they āacted outā the song.
Toward the end, Sledge appeared in the doorway with an eyebrow raised and yelped in surprise when he was immediately drawn in, the two girls bouncing around him like idiots as he joined in for the final lines, arms wiggling above him like one of the inflatable tube men some stores use.
As they came down from laughter, Sledge decided it was time for a party and put music on, leading to all three dancing until they tired themselves out, much to the amusement of the crowd they gathered. Other people continued to dance while Ela dropped back to the couch she originally was in, sending a cheeky wink to Valkyrie as she fell to the floor and spread out, winking and wiggling her eyebrows back only after situating herself in an appropriate starfish position.
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A few months later they were in a boat on the way to an op, and Ela was nervous. This wasnāt the sort of operation she was used to. No, sheād never been comfortable on the water so securing an oil liner that had been overtaken and planted with a bomb wasnāt ideal for her.
Heck, the only reason she was chosen was because there were so many opfor and they felt that her mines would be ideal for disorienting, especially as they were on high waves.
Her sister unfortunately was on another mission so that left her. There were two teams, both lead by the Rainbow Six Seals. Alpha was tasked to clear and secure hostages while her team, Bravo, disarmed the explosives. Bravo included herself, Echo, JƤger, Rook, and-
āDeception, disgrace, evil as plain as the scar on his face.ā Valkyrie sent her a wink before lifting her voice a little. āDeception-ā
āAn outrage.ā
āDisgrace!ā
āFor shame.ā
Everyone laughed at Echo joining in, clearly knowing the song well. JƤger looked a little confused but still amused by the antics, clearly not used to Valkyrie at all.
āHe asked for trouble the moment he came!ā
Their boat bounced over the water but Ela didnāt even think about it as the whole team morale lifted and they all carried on singing to random songs, tapping beats on the metal of their vessel.
They fell silent, serious modes engaging as their comms came to life to announce their approach. All the same, Valkyrie send a reassuring smile to the girl next to her, squeezing her leg before responding to her radio to say their team was ready for boarding.
The boat stopped and they climbed outside, shooting two grappling hooks upward before starting their ascent.
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The mission was successful overall, but due to a mild explosion from an undetected bomb, Valkyrie and JƤger had been injured, the latter more drastically. All the same, they were both returned to base unconscious and now resided in the medical bay.
It was really a shame that IQ wasnāt available for their mission. Really, Ela was angry at their superiors for their planning despite the fact that she knew they couldnāt simply send the German girl back for immediate redeployment.
Still, as she sat by Meghanās bed, she couldnāt help her grumbling. The beeping of her heart monitor was as irritating as it was relieving. The injured woman had woken briefly earlier but fell back asleep shortly after from her pain medication, but all the same Ela was glad because, much the same as the beeping, it meant she was ok.
A ruckus out in the hall caught her attention as she heart the raised voice of Doc.
āBandit, Dominic! Donāt you wake her!ā
The GSG9 rushed through the doorway, Doc tailing him. He stopped in the doorway when he caught sight of her repositioning herself to the end of Valkyrieās bed and crossing her arms, radiating hostility.
The Bandit completely ignored her, marching past her- or attempting to. Her hand shot out to grab his arm and push him back, causing him to stumble in surprise before turning his dark glare to her. She merely returned it with her own.
āGet out of the road, arschgesicht.ā She didnāt need to understand German to know he was throwing insults so she bristled a little at the word.
āLeave.ā
āYour friend here is the reason JƤger is in the room over! She has some fucking explaining to do.ā Her fists were clenching and unclenching in hopes of keeping calm, for Docās sake, the man watching exasperatedly from the door.
āNo one noticed the bomb. Weāre all to blame and have all been chastised.ā Her voice was cold but calm and her words measured.
Clearly that wasnāt the reply Bandit wanted.
āShe should have seen it, JƤger could be dead and itād be her fault! Maybe sheās not a fit team l-ā
Elaās fist met his jaw before he could block it.
He stabilised himself and came back in heavy retaliation, more than ready for the fight Ela would happily provide.
Doc rushed in and yelled for them to stop, trying to push himself in between them without success. When he realised they werenāt going to stop, he rushed out to get another ops assistance.
They traded a few blows before Bandit took them to the ground, punches landing across Elaās ribs and face before she rolled out from under him and wrapped her elbow around his throat in a choke hold.
The bastard squirmed valiantly but he couldnāt escape and in moments he was out cold. She dropped him unceremoniously for the others to deal with when they returned, sparing him a kick to the stomach before she moved back to her chair.
Valkyrie was awake, merely watching the fight through hazy eyes. When she turned her gaze from Bandit to Ela she frowned at her bruises, getting a careless shrug.
āItās the circle of life.ā
Meghan blinked and confusion and she laughed.
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She never got an apology from Bandit but she never expected nor cared for one. She understood worrying for a friend and the desire to defend them, despite the fact that she was sure those two were more.
Doc told Valkyrie to abstain from exercise for a few weeks while her bruised rib healed, but still she lingered around the gym. It was easily noticeable just how much she wanted to be working out but she did as told without complaint.
Ela of course noticed her friend lingering and invited her over to talk whenever she could, trying to distract her and keep her entertained.
By the end of the second week she had an idea.
She waited outside the gym room, lock pick in her pocket and cheeky grin on her face. Sure enough, Valkyrie rounded the corner at her usual gym time, eyes on the ground as she listened to Blackbeard talk. She snorted and punched his arm in reply to something, causing him to laugh.
He met Elaās eyes and she respectfully nodded, getting a wide and goofy smile in response. He mumbled something else, causing Valkyries head to snap up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed as they stopped in the doorway.
āHey,ā
āIāll leave you girls be. I can feel my arms going floppy-ā he nudged Meghan but ignored her scowl. āNice to see you Elżbieta.ā He ignored Elaās scowl too as he strut off with a laugh.
āWhat a dick.ā
āYep.ā
They both looked at each other before breaking into laughter. They both loved the man and couldnāt deny it, he was like the big brother neither of them ever had.
āSo anyway, Iāve got an idea.ā She wandered across to the staircase door just beside the gymnasium entrance.
āAre we going to get in trouble?ā Ela shrugged as she knelt and started picking the lock.
āItās possible, but Iād say itāll be worth it. Especially because I saw Buck and Jackal enter earlier.ā
āā¦Buck and Jackal? What have they got to do with anything?ā
The lock clicked and Ela quickly opened the door, ushering her friend inside.
āYouāll see.ā
The climbed up to the room that looked down over the full area, moving to crouch along the furthest wall to cross to the room out of sight. When Meghan spotted the sound system she frowned before a mischievous smile lit her face.
āOh, weāre not, are we?ā Ela merely grinned over her shoulder in reply. āWhat song do you have?ā
āJust wait. Youāll love it, I promise.ā
They stopped next to it, Valkyrie watching over Elaās shoulder as she plugged her phone in and brought up her song of choice.
āOh my god. Wait Iāve gotta bring up my camera.ā She laughed as she grabbed out her own phone and moved to the windows corner, laying on the ground to hide as best she could still.
Throwing a thumbs up to the green haired girl, they both giggled as the songs swapped.
āI can see whatās happening, and they donāt have a clue. Theyāll fall in love, and hereās the bottom line, our trioās down to two!ā
āCan you feel the loveā filled the air and caused everyone to stop, looking around in confusion.
As predicted, Buckās face lit with red as Jackal winked at him, sitting down his weights to start shimmying toward him exaggeratedly. Buck just buried his head.
They didnāt miss the look shared between Sledge and the new member, Maestro, which definitely intrigued them.
Some people decided to continue working out while others started singing the song and dancing in a silly manner. Blackbeard glanced up to them while laughing, causing Rook- who had been spotting him while he did bench presses- to also look up and spot them. He shook his head while the two continued to record, giggling as Jackal draped himself over his flustered boyfriend.
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Ela had noticed something the other day. Valkyrie loved Disney and often randomly sung songs from it butā¦ never Lion King. That was only for when she was around. It had unintentionally become their thing.
The idea warmed her heart and cemented her choice.
She wandered through the halls, seeking out her friend as she hummed the song that had been stuck in her head all of the past week.
She already knew to go to the shooting range, had been told where to meet the woman.
The air was warm when she stepped out into it, eyes meeting Valkyrieās that had turned to see who had joined her outside. Thankfully, no one was around. She was confident in their relationship but she couldnāt help the small amount of anxiety bubbling in her.
Nonetheless she strode forward, humming the Lion King 2 a little louder to distract herself, the upbeat tune drowning out the nerves.
Of course, Meghan shot her a strange look as soon as she was within hearing distance, most likely recognising the song.
Ela didnāt stop, marching until she was within arms reach where she reached out and pulled her friend in, clasping their lips together. It took a moment for Valkyrie to respond to the kiss, most likely shocked. Still, she gradually melted into Elaās hands, soft lips returning the movement before they broke apart, resting their foreheads together.
āSome form of domestic fluffy shit, idk yetā- @daretina xD
2.5k words, fluffy fluff-ness. A small bit of violence at the start.
Honey Iām good by Andy Grammer- https://youtu.be/Go7gn6dugu0
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Fuze wanted to, oh boy did he want to, but he didnāt know how.
He never knew how people thought, what they wanted. What was running through their mind. No, he was terrible with communication and understanding others. He was however proud to say that heād gotten past that with his boyfriend, Timur, who was patient and understanding and had taken time to pull him out of his shell. Well normally he was past it, but this was proving to be his exception.
The Russian man was quiet when they first met in the Spetsnaz and Fuze himself liked it that way, so their relationship stayed very minimal. It was when they were both pulled into Rainbow that it started to change. Occasionally theyād end up with just the two of them, whether away on mission or just relaxing in their room. Slowly, Glaz started breaking the silences with small queries that Fuze welcomed. It was simple conversation that he could handle, and it was refreshing to have someone to talk to.
After a while he moved onto questions that were more open, things that allowed Fuze to just talk. Questions on his Matryoshka or even his childhood, how it was growing up.
It came almost naturally when Fuze eventually started asking back, even sometimes starting the conversation. Curiosity about his art, his hometown, even just simple things that popped into his head like his favourite colour or favourite animal.
It shocked him at that stage when he realised that maybe he wasnāt asking to know him better as the friend heād developed into but rather as more.
They spent most of their time together, either having deep conversations about nothing and everything, or in comfortable silence. Everyone understood that where one was, the other would be nearby, even to the point that if anyone was after Glaz he was often their first target to ask.
There was never any real strain or tension and he realised it made his feelings only grow. Occasionally Glaz would tell him heād said something dumb and that he needed to shut up, but Shuhrat really didnāt mind, the man was honest and he appreciated it.
It had been three years today since Glaz ended up asking him out- which had definitely taken him by surprise. Heād seen no clues as to his friend liking him in return, but then he really wasnāt one to pick up hints.
Kapkan has certainly made it clear that it was about time and that the two finally dating better mean the end of the googly eyes and cheesy compliments.
To be fair, Glaz was nice and complimented everyone. It was justā¦ different with him, he noticed. Only after being told, of course.
It was a simple ask out, theyād been relaxing alone in the Spetsnaz quarters with quiet music, a game of uno between them and shot glasses to the side for every +4 and loss. They were trading questions at random, jumping between more serious things and joking stuff like āIf you had to swap hair with any of the female operators, who would it be?ā
He had a warm feeling in his body from the alcohol and Timurās company and was overall having a great night. The sniper had paused after throwing back another shot, tilting his head like a damn puppy.
āOk, next question. Shuhrat, would you like to be my boyfriend?ā
He was confused momentarily, Gaydar having failed him because he swore his friend was straight and he had no chance, but when his thoughts collected themselves be beamed.
āŠŠ°, I would love that.ā
Theyād both grinned at each other like dorks for a moment before simply continuing their game.
Their first kiss was actually also the same day as they had sex for the first time, only a month into their relationship. It too, was a great night. He was sure they probably rushed that a little but theyād just returned from a training exercise and tensions were high. The kiss was spur of the moment for him as he pinned Glaz to a wall, but the sex was absolutely not his fault.
Well, he didnāt start it at least. Turns out his precious boyfriend had a very eager and needy side to him.
The first time they said I love you was a drastically less pleasant day. Glaz has been beaten to almost an inch of his life by terrorist while the team were unavailable to get to him, fighting their way to his location in desperation. The comms were open and Fuze still remembered the sound of every grunt, every groan of pain, every whimper as they got more and more aggressive.
Needless to say he was glad he got there first because it was satisfying putting a bullet between all their eyes. He wished after that he could have done more but his focus was on the barely breathing man on the floor.
He whispered it as he knelt by him, hand running through his hair and rough palm against his jaw.
āHey, hey, stay awake. The medical team arenāt even a minute away, stay with me, Š“Š°? I love you, okay?ā
The medical team arrived right on time as Glaz slipped from consciousness. When they rushed out with him on a stretcher, Fuze had spun on a wall and put his fist through it, growling in anger at the fact that he hadnāt been faster.
He visited him the following day in the Medbay, the minute Doc would allow him in. He was blinking blearily but awake and less damaged that they expected. badly bruised all over and two ribs broken was fine, heād heal from that in no time. Fuze had leant in for a gentle kiss immediately, all anxiety dropping from his shoulders as the words were returned against his lips.
āI love you.ā
They were never a very romantic couple, both enjoying simplicities, but he was adamant that this had to be special. Had to be memorable.
He was thinking this weekend, heād ask him out to dinner maybe. No, an art museum. Should he get flowers? Would that be suspicious? He sighed, heading to the kitchen for something he hadnāt done in a long time- baking.
He used to bake often with his Š¼Š°Š¼Š° when his father was away on assignments, it had always calmed her down and he had fond memories of it, dancing around the kitchen with flour covering them as sweet scents filled the air. Yes, heād picked up her habit, but tried to avoid it unless he was dealing with extreme anxiety.
This was extreme anxiety.
He wandered silently into the cafeteria, ignoring the eyes that glanced up briefly from a few of the groups sat around.
He rounded the bench and went straight for the cupboards to check the supplies- he was sure theyād at least have stuff for something basic, they were usually well stocked after all. After standing there for a minute he decided on baking a pie. Or maybe two.
When everything was moved from cupboard to bench he smiled, already a little excited to start cooking. It had been a while. Before he headed to the fridge for more of his supplies he made a detour to the radio, plugging his phone into the aux cord and shuffling his favourite playlist. The tone of āHoney Iām Goodā by Andy Grammer started and he turned it up.
If it disturbed anyone, they could go to the Rec room.
When he had everything gathered he started making his pastry, wrapping it in plastic wrap and putting it in the fridge in next to no time. Peeling and cutting up the apples came second, he couldnāt help slicing to the beat of the music as his hips swayed a little. He knew he should probably have an apron but he could never be bothered to use one- it always frustrated his mother.
When all the apples were diced he grinned, spinning the knife in his hands a bit before grabbing the berries.
It took him a bit over half an hour to make the mixes for both pies and already his anxieties were lifted, the smells filling the room reminded him of such happy times that he couldnāt help the slight bounce his toes picked up.
Heād looked across to the cafeteria a few times and caught the confused and surprised eyes that watched him dance around in his zone, he knew it was a side theyād definitely never seen from him so he found amusement in their reactions.
His phone buzzed for the second time and he turned look at it for a moment before washing his hands and wandering over.
āThermite said youāre acting weird and heās not sure if Iām needed or not, are you alright?ā
āI just got a photo, Iām coming to join.ā
He smiled before remembering that his boyfriend was the reason he was baking in the first place and bit his lip. Damn it, just when he was calming down. He shot a glare to the American across the room who pouted like a child at the look. Idiot.
All the same, Glaz bustled into view only moments later and Fuze couldnāt help as his mood changed in an instant. Timur looked so excited to join him, how could he be upset by that?
They met eyes for a second before the man rushed over, entering the kitchen with an excited āWhatās cooking?ā
He didnāt really need an answer as he spotted the half made food almost immediately but all the same Fuze responded.
āAn apple and a blueberry pie, and a cake. Can you bake?ā He walked back to where heād just been starting a simple chocolate cake mix.
āI havenāt tried much honestly. Can I help though?ā
āOf course,ā he smiled across at his boyfriend before looking around. āWell actually thereās not much to do. Iām making the cake to kill time while my pastry cools.ā
Glaz nodded, watching him measure some cocoa powder before he dumped it into a sifter.
āSince when do you bake?ā
āIt was my Š¼Š°Š¼ŠøŠ½ favourite pastime when she was stressed, I used to always help her with it. It became our tradition for whenever Iād visit on a break.ā He left out that it was usually to relieve emotions when hitting a punching bag failed him.
He measured some butter and dropped it in a small pot before turning to the stove. Call him old fashioned but microwaves are dumb.
āSo you know how to bake and have never made me anything?ā He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder to where Glaz was leant casually, watching him with a smile.
āYou never asked. But Iām sure there will be plenty for you to try. Whatās your favourites?ā
āWhite chocolate and macadamia cookies. Or white chocolate and raspberry.ā He laughed at himself for a second. āI love them but I always eat too many and then feel sick.ā
Fuze hummed, making a mental note to see if he could find or cook some for this weekend.
āWhat about you then?ā
He moved back over with the melted butter, stopping to kiss Timurās cheek before he continued what he was doing.
āApple and rhubarb pie, but I can never make it like my Š¼Š°Š¼Š° so I donāt try. Iāll have to get her to make it for you one day. The smell of the kitchen when sheās baking,ā He stopped to take a deep breath, not missing as his boyfriend did the same. āNothing better.ā
They continued talking about their families and parents while Fuze finished the cake mix, turning to grab the cake tin after he finished stirring.
Timur leant across to dip his finger in the bowl, giggling when a spoon smacked at his hand, only succeeding in covering the damn thing with more batter that he could lick off.
āYouāre lucky Iāve only got a spoon, Š¼Š°Š¼Š° would have taken a knife to your hand.ā
āShe sounds lovely, itād be great to meet her one day.ā
Shuhrat eyed off the sniper for a moment before smiling. āMaybe sooner than later. Iāll organise it.ā
Timurās eyes bugged at the statement, clearly not expecting him to take his comment seriously. Not that he wouldnāt love, to it was just daunting. Their countries werenāt exactly welcoming to gays and the fear of being rejected always burned hot in the back of his mind. His expression mustāve shown his thoughts because it was only a second later that Shuhrat was in front of him, hands placed on the counter either side of him.
āDonāt worry, she will love you, Iām sure of it. Sheās heard enough about you, if anything sheās angry itās taken me this long.ā
He couldnāt help when his cheeks flushed a little, a fond smile growing on his face.
āYouāve told her about me?ā
āOf course I have, I couldnāt keep the best thing in my life secret from my Š¼Š°Š¼Š°.ā Fuze realised he wasnāt anxious. He wondered why he ever had been in the first place.
The kitchen smelled lovely, reminding him of comfort and home. Calm music filled the air to match the loving smiles they both wore and damn it, he loved this man so much.
He stepped back and dropped to one knee, reaching into his pocket.
āIād never want to, honestly. Iād much prefer to keep you around for as long as I can and show our relationship off to the whole world. Timur Glazkov, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?ā
Timur hadnāt moved from leaning against the counter but his hands had shot to his mouth and his eyes were wide and watery, scanning his face as if he didnāt believe what was happening.
āI know itās only been a few years but in our line of work-ā he was cut off by a mumbled word which had his lips spreading wider than theyād ever gone for a smile. His cheeks hurt but he didnāt care.
āŠŠ°. Yes. Oh my god yes Shuhrat, I love you so much.ā He pulled him up and into a hug as cheers erupted from the other room, reminding him of the presence of other operatives.
He squeezed tighter for a moment before breaking the hug, pulling up his loveās finger to slide on the silver band that held exactly one diamond, surrounded by engraved swirls.
Glaz took one glance at it before pulling Fuze back in, mumbling Russian in his ear about how much he loves him.
The cafeteria doors loudly banged open, giving way for the barreling Tackanka and the much calmer Kapkan at his heels.
āI got the text! I missed it! Dokkaebi, hack the cameras! Dokkaebi? Where is that girl.ā
He stormed back out while Kapkan made his way over, nose in the air as he entered the kitchen, smiling lightly as Glaz rushed to wipe off tears.
āCongratulations guys, Iām really happy for you both.ā He pulled them separately into hugs before standing back with a wide grin. āDoes this mean cupcakes for everyone in celebration, Shuhrat?ā
Ok so first of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEMO!!
I hope this is ok! Itās angst and comfort, and involves death(not of an op). Sorry itās not like fluff. Rated M, 2k.
But fr I hope you have an awesome day dude <3
This is inspired by the song Foreignerās God - Hozier. Hereās the link:
https://youtu.be/8Wy15IvvQxQ
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The area was meant to be cleared, civilians werenāt meant to be there. He didnāt notice them at first, filing in with team Bravo to the rear of the small town.
They divided, him and Doc taking the left path. He hated being paired with the man, hostility radiated off of him in waves despite the fact that he professionally bit his tongue when they were on missions. Now was no time to argue.
The heat bounced off the stone walls around them, occasionally creating a slight shimmer in the air down the long alleys they passed. They reached the main house with no qualms, taking position behind a broken block as they listened in silence, at least a metre between them.
The light whimper caught Lions attention immediately.
He swung his gun, alert and on edge as he scanned their surroundings. He spotted them not too far over, crouched behind stone in much the same way they were, only the woman was curled around something. No, someone.
A young boy met his eyes and his heart plummeted. He was around the same age as Lionā son, even with hair and eyes the same colour. He couldnāt help but imagine his own child with the same look of terror drowning his features.
Their comms quietly came to life, alerting them of multiple OPFOR headed in their direction and he bit his lip. He knew them too well, these terrorists had no care for life, no care for killing those who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Lion ran as fast as his legs would take him, ignoring Doc who cursed after him, hand tightening on the grip of his gun. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, amplifying every sound alongside the beating of his own heart.
He heard the man just before he started shooting and took him out in seconds, but it wasnāt fast enough. The terrorists corpse fell to the dirt at the same time Lion skidded along the ground to stop beside the civilians.
Blood had started to pool on the ground, all running from two holes in his chest. Lion didnāt need Doc to know the childās situation. Before he could even speak a word the lady swept up her son, whimpers bubbling from her throat as she hugged him, frantic Arabic words mumbled that Lion didnāt understand aside from an occasional mention of Allah. Her speaking turned into screaming when a rattling cough pulled itself from the child, blood staining his lips as he stared up to his mother, breathing stuttering before it ceased entirely.
He knew there was gunfire going on behind him but it barely registered over the overwhelming sounds of anguish. He felt helpless, had to force down his own tears at the sight. He didnāt know what to do. Her pleads to her own god fell on deaf ears. A gentle touch to her arm made her glance up for a moment, only to catch sight of his necklace that glinted in the sun. Her bloody hand raised to it as her words changed to a broken English.
āGod, God please, not him, not him too. God please.ā
He pulled her into him wordlessly, trying to ignore the bright blood that now coated his cross. He felt guilt welling up with grief in his chest as he hugged her tight. He knew the reason heād come over was entirely selfish, the similarities to his own child had shaken him and lapsed his judgement for a moment.
All the same, he put his hands together behind the womanās back and made a wordless prayer for the child before leaning away.
āInna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.ā He whispered and gently closed the boys eyes for the mother as she sobbed. Heād spent enough time in this wretched country, heād seen enough innocent death for him to know roughly of their traditions.
This, this was the first child.
He leant forward, carefully picking up the body before he stood.
He shepherded the civilian in front of him as he jogged across to where his partner stood, eyes meeting the Doctorās carefully expressionless face for a moment before he looked away, unable to hold the gaze.
Neither of them spoke as Doc took the woman into his arms as she broke down in the purest grief heād ever seen. Not much broke his professional shell but the life of a child was something he had realised was precious and seeing a parent lose thatā¦ it hit too close to home.
Extraction was called in minutes later as their team finished clearing out the hostiles, but no one spoke a word when they saw the two GIGN enter the extraction zone, bodies clutched tight to their chests. One occasionally let out a broken sob. The other never moved.
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They arrived back to Hereford the following day and Doc hadnāt heard Lion speak a word since the incident. He couldnāt help it, he was concerned.
The guy might be a damn prick but everyone deserved comfort. If anything, he was kind of glad to have been the one paired with him.
It was refreshing to know he had a heart in there somewhere.
Just after dinner he went searching for him, waving off anyone who stopped to ask what he was looking for. He didnāt need any random gossip getting around and he knew it would if they knew he was looking for Lion. Half of them were like school children.
Instead, he spent hours wandering aimlessly. He really had no idea where the man hung out when he wasnāt in his room- Doc had already knocked and been met with silence.
Maybe he just hadnāt answered. Honestly he was running out of places and was getting sick of searching, so he made his way back to the shared dorm of Oliver and Lera.
When he knocked this time, he came face to face with the latter.
āGustave!ā She was clearly surprised to see him. āTo what do I owe this honour?ā
āIs Lion here mon cher?ā
āOh, uh, nyet.ā She leaned against the door frame, frowning in confusion. āIs this about what happened on the mission?ā
āOui. Iād just like to speak to him.ā
She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face for a second before sending him a hard look.
āI can tell you where to find him but be nice. If youāre going for an argument, it can wait.ā
āI will promise to try set aside our differences.ā It mustāve been enough because she nodded after he said it as if it was what she wanted to hear.
āThe south edge of the forest, under one of the trees.ā He thanked her before turning to hurry off, only to have a hand wrap around his arm. āI should offer you good luck, he hasnāt even spoken a word to me yet.ā She released him after that, shooting him a last glance before disappearing back into her room.
The night air bit at his nose the minute he stepped outside, eyes roaming the shadowed treeline as he pulled the door shut behind him. Oliver was a decent way up, away from the glow of the buildings exterior lights, head thrown back against the tree as he let the cold breeze blow across him. Doc probably wouldnāt have noticed him if not for the very quiet music.
He paused for a moment, not entirely knowing how to progress. Heād taken the time to seek the man out- something heās never done before- and now he was second guessing it. He knew the man had forgiven his anger long ago, had even spoken to him about it, so he knew it would be safe at least.
Well, that was a poor description of what went down. Oliver had tried to explain to him that, while he considered it misplaced, he understood the anger toward the sacrifice he had chosen for their team. Heād said a few things but they had hardly been heard.
Doc had really tried to be civil with the man when he joined, so heād endured as much as he could while his nails dig into his palms, but it couldnāt last.
His fist swung before he even really told it to, connecting aggressively with Lions cheekbone. He had to be dragged away by Montagne after a scuffle but he was happy to see that heād done more damage than heād taken. He took it as a small victory, which subsided some of the anger he held but only built the tensions.
Now, Lion more just tried to avoid him.
Sighing, he wandered over to the man unsurely. Having heard his approach, Lion straightened a little and met his gaze with surprise. He paused a metre from him, awkwardly glancing to the ground for a moment, unsure what to say. It was Oliver who broke the silence.
āGustave. You may join me if you wish.ā He took the invite, sitting almost immediately. They stayed silent til the end of the current song, Oliverās eyes closed again while Docās followed the movement of his thumb, rubbing circles over the cross he normally wore around his neck. āIām sorry.ā
The sadness in his voice startled Doc for a moment, gaze shooting up to catch the heavy frown on the manās brow.
āFor everything. I didnāt mean to run off today, I could have put the mission in danger.ā I could have put you in danger. It went unspoken but they both understood the sentiment.
āWhy did you?ā He knew that anyone else would have, hell it was part of their jobs to protect innocent lives, but not Lion. It wasnāt in his character and it had been on Docās mind ever since.
āHeā¦ he looked like my son. A parent shouldnāt have to go through that, they shouldnāt have to lose their childā¦ā he added an afterthought- āIām so selfish. God forgive.ā
āWhatever the reasoning, you did the right thing.ā Lion sent him a glare as if he were offended.
āI wasnāt fast enough. That boy died because I couldnāt protect him. The mother- the mother screamed to God, Gustave. She pleaded to God to help her when her own wouldnāt.ā The tears were building on his lids and he blinked rapidly to stop them. āYou know, I never wanted them to be hurt, to die. I justā¦ saw the logical path to securing the objective and I took it. When I let my emotions get involved it can get messy.ā
āYour emotions got involved today and only helped. You just have to guide them to making you do positive things instead of negative, Oliver.ā
He glanced at Doc from the corner of his eye, before blowing out a deep breath that turned to mist in the air.
āThey donāt guide me to positive, Doc. They arenāt yours.ā
The hostile compliment made him frown as he began to understand. Rules were his safety blanket. Heād seen his file and at the very least, could respect that he was trying to correct his flaws, of which Gustave figured he had many.
A thought ran through his mind that maybe, maybe, three years were long enough for him to forgive. Not forget, but forgive. Despite it being idiotic, he could understand why he made the choices he did.
Maybe Lion was right, heās too empathetic for his own damn good.
āI think about all their deaths often, you know. I wouldnāt take back what Iāve done but I hope theyāre happy with God.ā The tears finally broke from their dam, almost unnoticeable as they ghosted down his cheeks. Doc knew heād had issues with depression before and couldnāt help the mild feeling of obligation to watch over his teammate, at the very least try not to contribute to the bad feelings.
āI forgive you, Oliver. Donāt make me regret it.ā He mutters, before acting on instinct and pulling the man into a hug to let him know he was safe to cry. And he did, nothing heavy but instead silent tears that dampened Gustaveās shoulder.
Neither of them spoke again and he didnāt think he was expected to anyway. It was no longer the time for words, but it felt like enough had been said anyway.
Request
Anon: āHi there, just a reader from Archive! I was wondering if you could come up with something for Castle x Reader or something. Miles just doesnāt get any love from anyone and Iād love for him to get a bit more of a attention, he deserves it! Iām not all too creative myself or I would write one myself. If not then oh well, I still enjoy your oneshots!ā
This was on my to do list because I absolutely agree that he doesnāt get enough love!! Thank you for asking and for reading, I hope you enjoy!
This was meant to be a lot fluffier Iām sorry ;-; inspired by āYouāll be in my heartā by Phil Collins (https://youtu.be/git6DCXSqjE )
Rating M, warnings for torture mention and injuries. Hurt and comfort, topped off with some fluff? 1.4k words
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Calloused thumbs ran under your eyes to wipe away tears, hands gently cupping your face. You dared to look up, eyes meeting warm brown. They were something youād always loved about Miles, his face was so expressive, eyes always swimming with emotion.
Currently, sympathy and sadness were blending with overwhelming relief. He dropped his hands, pressing one to the back of your head as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a firm hug. You practically curled into his lap, body shaking.
It had been an eventful two weeks, for everyone. Youād been taken hostage by the white masks, kept in a dark room and tortured for information. You kept strong by the thought of the team frantically searching for you. By the end of week one it had morphed into a plea to the gods; āMiles is coming, heāll find me. Please let him find me.ā
You were definitely not off in the team frantically searching. The whole base had taken on an edge of tension, multiple members busy in doing what they could to search. Miles especially had gotten very minimal sleep, offering up his time to do as many recon missions as he was allowed, spending the time he wasnāt on them in a large tech room where the experts discussed possible locations and everything related. His nails were practically non existent from his anxious biting.
Neither of you felt right without the other at your side. There was nothing official between the two of you as you wanted to remain professional, but youād had plenty of time to think when you were alone in the dark.
To hell with professional.
There was nothing you wanted more than the comfort of Milesā arms, in the safety of one of your beds. Something so simple seemed like such a luxury.
It was he who found you.
The door had swung open, causing you to flinch drastically as you covered your body. There was no movement, no yelling or curses. Just one gentle word.
āY/n?ā
It took you a moment to even recognise it as your name before you carefully peaked out from behind a frail arm.
āCastle,ā you breathed, wondering if you were imagining things. When he held his arms out to show he was safe, you burst into tears.
He rushed forward, dropping and wrapping his arms around you, shushing gently as he rocked you side to side.
āI didnāt tell them. I didnāt tell them anything. I didnāt-ā you were like a broken record, continuing even as he started speaking.
āHey, hey. Itās ok. I know you wouldnāt. Youāre okay, itās okay.ā He continued quiet reassurances until you eventually faded to just sobbing, head pressed into his chest. āIām here for you, Iāve got you.ā
It was too soon when he pulled back and you panicked that he was going to disappear like a figment of your imagination, clinging to him as tight as your weak muscles could handle.
They fed you minimally, only regularly providing water to keep you alive, Castle could see it in the way your usually fitted shirt hung loose. He made no comment as his eyes turned to the jagged cuts that marred every visible inch of skin. With a heavy exhale, he pulled up his comm.
āIāve found her. Basement, left hall, second door. Weāre going to need Doc, multiple uncleaned lacerations.ā His voice trembled more than it ever had, never before had he let something shake him so much.
As soon as he clipped the radio back onto his vest, he wrapped back around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tried to hold back his own tears.
āCome stop your crying, it will be alright.ā
You couldnāt speak, voice ruined from your daily visits. Instead, you pressed against him more, hoping he understood. Thank you for finding me.
That was how medical team found you, tightly enveloped in each other. Even when they pried you apart, Miles had an unwavering grip on your hand.
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It had been months since you returned. Youād been told to take a break from base to recover but you denied adamantly, wanting to stay beside the FBI man who found you.
They allowed you to on the promise that you never missed a therapy session and you agreed in a heartbeat.
For a fair while, Castle was the only one from Rainbow you could be around comfortably. You knew just how dangerous everyone was and the knowledge that they were on your side didnāt do anything to relieve the anxiety. Of course, he was dangerous too in his own rights, but there was no doubt in your mind that heād never harm you.
You felt bad placing so much on his shoulders but he took on the responsibility of helping you recover without even being asked, guiding you to the therapistās office and making sure you were on time for every session. Staying with you at night, taking the floor at first before realising it was useless and slotting in beside you under the sheets. Holding your hand tight through conversations with everyone else. He was your safety blanket.
It took a full month before you even re-entered the cafeteria, only considering it after reassurance from Castle.
āJust look over your shoulder, Iāll be there, always.ā
It was nice allowing your on base family to talk to you, all letting you know you how glad they were to have you back and to see you on your feet. Occasionally when they wrapped you in hugs you panicked, shoving them off and stepping back with wide eyes.
A hand on the small of your back always comforted you, encouraging you to take a deep breath before you tried again and relaxed into the embraces.
Your cuts were regularly checked by Doc who assured that they were all healing well. Only the ones that had been infected needed cleaning any more, the rest having healed into sensitive pink lines.
Even after you started moving around without Miles, you knew heād always be there with his arms open when you needed. It was frequent to start with, you rushing around to find him as tears sprung into the corner of your eyes.
Everyone understood what you needed when they saw you, pausing what they were doing and guiding you to him when they could.
The minute you saw him youād rush from their side, throwing yourself into his chest as he spoke a thanks to whoever had guided you, hand gently rubbing patterns against your back.
You got better though, managing to again find comfort in your friends presences, letting them help you calm down for minor things. You laughed for the first time in a while, sat in the company of Miles and a few others in the Rec room, and the grin the man beside you wore at the noise was blinding.
Aside from panic attacks and anxiety, you recovered reasonably fast thanks to him. He never got angry or exasperated, reassuring you every time.
āI will be here, donāt you cry.ā
Even now when you were finally allowed back on duty youād wake up in a cold sweat some nights, sitting up from reliving a nightmare with shaking hands and tears on your cheeks.
The room was dark and cold and it left you uneasy as you blinked rapidly to focus your eyes.
āHey, hey, (Y/n).ā Castle sat up beside you, hand on your arm radiating warmth. āIt was just a dream. Youāre safe, Iām here.ā
You concentrated on his voice as you steadied your breathing, leaning into him as your lips tilted upward.
When you turned to thank him, he smiled and pulled you in, caressing your lips with his own before resting your foreheads together.
After a few more soft kisses you settled back down into the bed, nestling into Milesā hold as you let yourself get absorbed in the love and safety.
He rested his head above yours and starting to hum quietly, the tune soon shifting into quiet singing.
āFor one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm.ā His voice was still scratchy from sleep, deep and slightly off key but comforting. āThis bond between us canāt be broken, I will be here, donāt you cry.ā
You were lulled back to sleep from deep vibrations paired with fingers in your hair in less than a minute.
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