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Dammit, I didn't read the post correctly, so I'm feel free to ignore my first ask or just dismiss my request if I'm too late now – Manuel Neuer, ideally with the Germany kit from the 2016 Euros, or if you someone else has requested Manu, Sven Ulreich, Bayern's 26, in this season's green kit!

#manuelmueller #Manuel Neuer #2020 football request #request #No Bare Handers

also if you want (but don't feel obligated, this is just me craving someone else writing my OTP) Neuller and “Get away from him before I break every bone in your body.” ^^

Okay so I would have started on these sooner had my Mum not asked me to help he build her new shed (oh the joys of quarantine), but I finally had time to finish what I started a few days ago, I really hope you like it!

Word count: 886

(Also set in a Star Trek Voyager AU, just because)

send me some prompts!

“Why is it when something happens on this ship it’s always three in the morning” Thomas frowned as the whole ship gave another forceful shudder while the turbolift sped down to deck six. Why he, the current helmsman on duty, was joining the security team was currently a mystery but he’d jumped at Lieutenant Paris’ orders without a moment’s notice.

“Oh the perks of gamma shift” Ensign Wyatt rolled her eyes with a clenched jaw as she set her hand phaser to stun.

When the doors opened again at one of the deck six corridors, the lights were dimmed and every other LCARS panel was flashing red just like on the bridge. Thankfully the corridor was completely empty, as the majority of the crew would hopefully be tucked up in bed completely oblivious to the Kazon freighter currently firing across Voyager’s port bow.

“Where are they?” Thomas muttered under his breath, following behind Wyatt, his eyes darting around looking for the small boarding party the security team had been sent to find.

Apart from the din of the red alert claxon, the deck was completely quiet as the group of six moved through the main corridor as quickly and quietly as they could.

“T’Lar and Schmitz go left, Hopkins and Zhou go right, Müller you’re with me” The group silently agreed as they split at the first junction of corridors. Thomas continued following a few paces behind Wyatt, holding his hand phaser tightly at his side. Wyatt shook her head with a frown and tapped her combadge.

“Wyatt to bridge”

“Paris here”

“There’s no sign of the-” A wail and the sound of phaser fire nearby caused Thomas and Wyatt to sprint towards the source of the sound. “Go and see if you can cut off their escape route”

“Yes Ma’am” Thomas gave a curt nod as he cut right, and ran to the next junction before turning left and slowing to a light jog to avoid being heard even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He moved so his back was flush with the near wall and slowly crept one foot across the other, and sure enough when he was a foot away from the next corner he heard the faint whimpering of what had to be a fellow crewmate, and two or three Kazon deliberating what to do with him.

“What use is one hostage?”

“You’ve seen how Janeway is, she would risk her whole ship for-”

“Enough!” One of them shouted, as Thomas heard the swishing sound of what sounded like a pistol being removed from a holster. “We came here for their technology, and maybe with a hostage-”

“I won’t give you what you want, I’ll never betray my ship!”

The sound is his voice, Manuel’s voice, was enough to make Thomas’ heart fall right through the floor.

“Feeling brave today are we human?” One of the Kazon leered.

Thomas could hear blood pounding in his ears, and his hands were beginning to feel hot and clammy, he feared that his phaser was going to fall out of his hands at any second. One thud on the floor and his cover would be blown, unless the Kazon were stupid enough to allow themselves to be distracted.

“Get away from him before I break every bone in your body!” Thomas shouted through gritted teeth and waited not even a second before spinning round the corner and pulling his arms out straights and fired three stun shots in quick succession. Manuel watched, huddled on the floor, as his three attackers fell crumpled to the ground.

“Müller?!” Wyatt darted round the other end of the junction, eyes darting around surveying the scene and huffed a long sigh of relief. “Not bad for a pilot” She tapped her combadge to contact the bridge, and Thomas completely tuned out as he looked at Manuel who had the face of a deer in headlights.

“You dummkopf Manuel” Thomas frowned, dropping to his knees by the Lieutenant’s side.

“I-I… was in the botany lab working on some samples for The Doctor” He stammered, glancing between Thomas and the now stunned Kazon.

“At three in the bloody morning?!” Thomas’ voice cracked as he ran a hand through Manuel’s now dishevelled hair.

“I was going back to my quarters, but then the ship shook and they just appeared and…” Manuel trailed off, looking now at Wyatt as well as Zhou and T’Lar who had just arrived. “I thought we’d seen the last of them”

“It was just a small freighter” Thomas shook his head as he dropped his hand onto Manuel’s shoulder. “Nothing we couldn’t handle” He tried his best to give Manuel one of his large bright smiles, but instead he was trying his best not to cry in front of the other security officers. “Did they hurt you?” Manuel frowned and folded his arms across his chest.

“I do know how to hit an intruder across the jaw you know” He teased, and Thomas finally managed to crack a genuine smile of relief. “You’re going to take me to sickbay for The Doctor to check me over aren’t you?”

“You were just in a fistfight with the Kazon” Thomas paused and he helped Manuel haul himself up from the floor. “Of course I’m taking you to sickbay”

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*checkt hektisch den Geburtstagskalender* *sieht dich nirgends* *tief einatmen* DU HAST GEBURTSTAG, ALLES GUTE!!!!!!!!!!

DANKE XD

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