#in Tachanka we trust

[goldenlaquer]

b*tch who fight bears in the forest

[simonxriley]

Uquiz Double Feature

I was tagged by the wonderful @corvosattano and @voidika to take this uquiz and this uquiz.

Tagging @playstationmademe @jinfromyarikawa @detectivelokis @alexxmason @leviiackrman @shegetsburned @chuckhansen @nightbloodbix @nightwingshero @chazz-anova and anyone else that wants to do it!!

The Supporter

oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

The kiss

you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

Note: This is 100% true. After Henry, she was so cautious of opening up her heart to someone. Tachanka ended up being the one to change that!

The Antihero

ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

Note: This is so damn accurate.

The missed opportunity

this one comes with a pang. it is the wrinkled brow of something unpleasant sinking in. they've left to find some new adventure. or they've met someone else. and you have only just begun to understand their true importance to you. you watch them drift toward a future without you, and in that stark numbness of their absence, it hits you. Oh. oh, you want them close. you hopelessly, selfishly want them all to yourself. you'll support them no matter what, but you don't want them to want a future that doesn't involve you. you want them to read the near-invisible signs of your love and decide to take a chance on you. you never want to say that you *used* to know each other. so what are you going to do?

Note: If this doesn't scream Liz and Dunn's relationship, i don't know what does 😭.

The rising underdog

why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outaged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

The emergency

something goes wrong. there's urgency. everything gets turned upside down, and you have to grab for the things that matter most-- Oh. suddenly, there's perspective, and at the worst possible moment, the moment when there is so much else going on, you realize that you have been breathless with want for so, so long. you want everyone to be safe, but please, please, you want *them* to be safe. you want everything to be okay so that you can have another chance to get things right. a chance to start over. and everything will be okay, of course, because you've made it through bad moments before, and that foundation of trust is there, even if you've never quite acknowledged it to its full potential. you trust them. you need them. *Oh.*

Note: Yeah this is pretty accurate for Himiko. She does want everyone to be safe.

[parragone]

anyway a snippet of the brainrot this morning that's totally not tied to the a/b/o nonsense i posted earlier, no siree

yes it's poly spetsnaz [ tachanka/kapkan/glaz focused], sue me, they're easy to write

more ships will probably happen but a/b/o brainrot is real even though i intended to finish a DIFFERENT SET OF WIPS

"I hope you know that I am going to bite you if you get too close to me," Maxim griped as he peeled off his shirt. It clung in ways that gave his partners secondhand discomfort, though he looked relieved and relaxed once he was bare. The early symptoms of his heat were always uncomfortable, and it was always a difficult period to navigate.

"As if we haven't bitten each other plenty," Alexsandr remarked as he gestured to his neck, where three distinct silvered bite scars had long since settled into his skin. "A bite is no deterrent."

The hunter made a face as he balled up his shirt and tossed it at the older man, which was an attempt to both shut him up and placate him - one which, unsurprisingly, worked - as Timur opened the door to their quarters with a bag in hand. There was only one absent now, but if Maxim knew his partners, then it would stay that way.

"Shuhrat?" Maxim rolled his shoulders as he asked, braced for the worst possible answer.

"He volunteered to share space with Mark," Timur replied with a small shrug as he set the bag down on the bed. "James would have, but Mark's heat manifested as fatigue, so it wouldn't have worked out very well. Shuh offered to share a room with him since he's already touch repulsed during his rut."

Alexsandr sighed heavily, though the hunter couldn't tell if it was to indulge in his scent or due to disappointment. "Well, I suppose-"

"He also said," Timur interrupted as he got his coat off, "That he would like pictures if you are willing, and made a rather sweet suggestion to me as he left with the poor man."

Maxim froze for a moment, his hands in his hair as he processed what had been said. Shuhrat was peculiar in that he rarely had the drive for sex, but often had ideas that got him in particular fucked stupid. The last time Shuhrat had made a suggestion to Timur, Maxim had ended up barely able to remember his own name or how to say anything beyond yes and no.

Which was why he still refused to let Alexsandr have access to a vibrator, regardless of how much the man begged.

"And what suggestion was that?" He knew he'd get an answer if he just asked, and if it weren't for the fact that he knew full well he'd be a little out of his mind in a few hours, he might've left it to mystery.

"It was innocent, I promise," the sniper laughed. "Do you remember the collar Alexsandr got you a few months ago? He suggested we actually use it on you, see how well you take to being a pet."

He would be lying if he said he had forgotten. It had lingered in his drawer since the day he'd received it, simply because he'd been unsure about whether it would be safe to wear it, even in private; somehow, he was more wary of how he might behave if he slipped too deep into subspace than he was of how his partners would handle him. He cast a glance to Alexsandr and nodded in acknowledgement, only to get a shrug and smile in return.

"There is a matching leash," Alexsandr confirmed. "If you would be willing to try it."

"That and pictures, hm," Maxim muttered as he took a seat beside Alexsandr. His skin itched in ways he couldn't explain, but the presence of a trusted and rather loved alpha eased the early stages of his body's demand. The fact the older man slid his hand into Maxim's and intertwined their fingers certainly helped, even if he didn't have it in him to say so. "Sure, sure. One condition - you force me to do color checks. God knows I will be far too gone to remember to say anything if I've reached my limit."

"That, we can do." Timur nodded as he spoke, one hand in the bag on the bed. He rummaged around for a moment before he tossed a bar to the hunter, who barely glanced at the contents of the thing before he'd ripped the wrapper open to devour the contents. "Thought you would be a little hungry."

"I think that is more than a little," Alexsandr laughed softly as he squeezed the hunter's hand.

"Yeah, well, here in an hour or so I'm gonna be hungry for something else and I'll be the worst bitch on the planet if you two can't provide." Maxim shrugged, an almost smug smile on his face as he did so. "You'd better get whatever prep work you want to do done, since he wants pictures."

[itsohh]

Can we get some fuze nsfw hcs 👀👀

ask and ye shall receive, I'm actually really enjoying doing headcanons, their quiet relaxing to write out

Fuze NSFT Headcanons

Alright this man is very much into BDSM, it's always the quiet ones.

He's definitely experienced at it and knows what's up.

100% a switch.

But he's quite different depending on if he's domming or subbing

If he's in a dominant role he's very sure of himself, but not in a cocky way. More in an experienced way, knows what feels good and what doesn’t. 

The first few times the pair of you are together he makes the effort of learning about your body and the things that you like. 

After that Shuhrat knows how he wants to pleasure you and will carry it out flawlessly .

Loves tying you up, loves, loves, loves it. One of the biggest bondage fans in Rainbow, has a decent collection of ropes and bindings, one comparable to the size of Tachanka's gun collection. (Will never tell any of his comrades)

Sometimes he likes restraining you, tying you up to the bed, teasing and watching you.

Other times he just likes putting bounds around your body, he likes the way it looks.

Shuhrat is the type to enjoy watching you masturbate for him, but he can tell if your attempting to make it look good for him rather than feel good, he prefers it when your as genuine as possible.

He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare, the last thing he wants is for you to have any lasting effects on you while the pair of you have work. Any chaffing or red marks from being tied up is unacceptable as they could hinder your performance in the field. 

If he finds a mark he'll certainly ice it, going all quiet with a frown on his face. As much as he enjoys it, to him it's just not worth it. Not worth the risk of distraction. 

However, the rules get a little lax if you're not on active duty such as on a holiday or something. Still looks after you and tends to any wounds but you don't get the silent treatment. 

He's got a lot of patience as a dom and enjoys cock warming which is precisely why sex with him is literally an event. It can and will take all night.

Doesn't do quickies, not unless he really needs it. He has to be really worked up with no other option for it to happen. Then it's a quick messy romp which ultimately has him a little satisfied but he's going to keep this in the back of his mind until eventually, he gets time later. He's going to drag out for a very long time.

Public is a no-no, no semi-public, no nothing. The bedroom in his eyes is where you guys go at it, it's private, comfortable and where he stores all his stuff. Hates the idea of being walked in on. 

This is probably one of the reasons why you’re one of the only ones he lets into the bedroom, he sees it as your combined safe space

And he doesn't always fully put away the bindings.

Don't ever bring a camera into the situation, or expect nudes, it's not going to happen. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that he knows how unreliable technology can be.

As a sub, however, his entire attitude is changed. Shuhrat is quiet different.

When he's a Dom he's somewhat chatty (chatty for him anyway) and walks you through things especially if your eyes are bound but when he's a sub he's all quiet.

Shy almost, almost, he's still a whore (just a quiet one) 

Every sound he makes, every whimper and moan you draw from him will be earnt. Shuhrat doesn't put on a deliberate performance.

Oh and he can moan if you get him horny enough and he just loses all composure, just a whining little mess, not very loud though.

But it takes a lot to get him to that stage, you have to really tease him beforehand. Maybe put on something nice? He is not immune to the effects of lingerie.

He actually likes a little bit of pain when it comes to sex. Gripping his dick a little too tight for comfort, biting not enough to break the skin but enough for it to hurt. 

A little indifferent about oral, he doesn't mind giving it and doesn’t mind receiving it. Uses it more as a way to tease and foreplay than anything. 

He prefers to tie you up but he's not past getting tied up on the odd occasion, prefers to have control. 

Yet he knows how nice it is to let go once in a while, and let someone else have control of everything.

Has an unfathomable amount of trust in you and knows his boundaries pretty well but for you, he's willing to try some things if he's never done them before.

Gets a little shy when trying something new, but is still rather composed but a little jumpy.

So long as you walk him through it, it should be alright. But he will use a safeword if it gets too much and has no reservations about doing so.

Admittedly aftercare for him is rather basic when he's been subbing, he gets tried rather quick and really is just a major cuddler. Just wants to curl up in your arms. That of course can make it a little hard to clean up

He'll never ask for the affection but he wants it.

[mara-xx217]

In your opinion who would let the survivor get the hatch if she slept with him and who’d be happy with simple flashing him her tits ? Who’s so stoic and against it ? And which bastard would sleep with her then kill her anyway ? Me and my friend and we picked you to decide.

*cracks knuckled* Let's see here... Some of the killers probably intersect with different categories, depending on their established (or lack there of) relationship. Here are my thoughts: Who is stoic/against it?

The Wraith: Well, he wasn't expecting that, of all things. Now things are awkward... You know what? J-Just go already... Shit's fucking weird now...

The Hillbilly: Horrified. Totally and utterly. If he's not completely blinded by rage, He'll turn on his heel and walk all the way back home. You better leave before he gets a grip... If he gets a grip lol

Michael Myers: (if you aren't his obsession) Only reaction you get is his signature Mikey head tilt before he slits your throat. Sorry love...

The Oni: He's fucking speechless, actually. Disgusted, really. A whore isn't fit to bear his heir...

Bubba Sawyer: Similar to Hillbilly- fucking horrified. He was raised that stuff of that nature are only meant for husband and wife. Wait... DOES HE HAVE TO MARRY YOU NOW?!?! Now he's crying. Good job...

Pyramid Head: You have to do some seriously fucked up shit to even get this big guy to even consider looking in your direction. You'll be killed all the same.

Who is down with it and will actually spare you?

The Trapper: Dumb ass's breeding kink goes BRRR- It literally runs his life, even if he refuses to admit it. Will demean the shit out of you and will nonstop call you a slut and a whore. You've made a mistake, my friend...

The Blight: That nerd fucking wishes this would happen to him lol. But seriously... if you catch him on a good day, on an... adventurous day... He might just take you up on your offer...

Frank Morrison/The Legion: He's a punk ass bitch, but a deal's a deal. That doesn't save you from the hell that he (and likely the other members of the Legion) will rain down upon you for being a hoe.

Who would fuck you and kill you anyways?

Michael Myers: Sorry, even if you're his obsession, he's likely gonna either fuck you and then kill you, or kill you and then fuck you. (Or both)

The Doctor: C'mon... I mean- look at him. Why would you trust... him?! Extorting people and killing them is, like, his whole deal, you know? Really, you should have seen this coming... Is there something wrong with you? Do you need to see the Doctor again...?

Ghostface: What a fucking prick. Just so you know, you've opened up Pandora's Box with this one. If you thought the Entity's realm was hell before, sorry to burst your bubble, sunshine, but shit's about to get a LOT worse for you...

The Trickster: (if you aren't his "muse") Yeah, he'd fuck you and kill you afterwards. He finds groupie fan girls like you annoying, but you are an easy kill (and an even easier fuck) so why look a gift horse in the mouth...?

@prettycutebunny, @tachankas-whore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow

[day-at-rhodes-island]

I have a fun question because I was talking with some friends earlier about it. Do you know which operators have voicelines that use direct (altho definitely contradictory) gendered terms for The Doctor? I know that Indra has one where it could be read as her either referring to herself or The Doctor, but I'm curious if there's a compiled list of who uses gendered terms like girl, sister, man, he, etc.

So, I read through every voiceline (currently) in the game, and found that eight operators use gendered terms while talking about/to the Doctor. If I missed anything let me know.

Indra - Talk after Elite 2 promotion - Doc is a girl

Indra could be referring to herself, but the line does flow better if she’s talking about Doctor.

Utage - Talk after trust increase #2 - Doc is a girl

The apostrophe in "Girl's Talk Guidebook" leads me to believe this is implying Doctor is a girl, but maybe it's referencing something specific I'm not familiar with?

Ceylon - Talk after trust increase #3 - Uses “she” when referring to the Doctor

There’s surprisingly almost no ambiguity here.

Tachanka -  Operation cleared with 2 stars - Calls Doc “bratan” (It means brother, but like, in a casual way)

He’s very likely talking to the Doctor.

I’m not very familiar with Russian slang, but I think this is generally a gendered term.

Frost - Talk #2 (and a few other lines) - Calls Doc “sir”

I’d say this is a weaker entry, but I might as well put it here.

Beanstalk - Talk after Elite 1 promotion -  Uses “he” when referring to the doctor

There’s maybe a bit more ambiguity than Ceylon’s line, but again, not much.

Heavyrain - Talk after trust increase #3 - Uses “he” when referring to the doctor

No ambiguity.

And that’s all we have for a list of people gendering Doctor, but you may have noticed this is only seven operators. Here’s the eighth:

Cuora - Talk after trust increase #3 - Unsure if Doctor would be considered her brother or sister

Either Cuora doesn’t know what Doc’s gender is, or she isn’t sure what Doc’s gender would make them in a sibling relationship.

This is from Lava’s first operator record, and we can see Lava doesn’t correct Cuora or even acknowledge the “brother or sister or something”.

I take this as conformation that Doctor’s ambiguous gender is not just a result of them acting as the player’s avatar but is actually canon, which would mean Doctor is happy to walk around without clearing that up.

If you highlight the “or something” Cuora throws in and add in that there is already a canon nonbinary character in the game, you get a pretty strong case for a nonbinary Doctor.

To add one last thing, if you listen to doctor’s voice in the Arknights anime announcement it sounds like they may be going for gender ambiguity there too (which would be very cool of them).

[demilitarised-zone]

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

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

Spetsnaz

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

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

GSG9

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

CBRN

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

Headcannons:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[r6shippingdelivery]

Here's to hoping that if/when the defecting operators return to Rainbow its not just swept under the rug like it never happened

I wanna see some repercussions for their actions

All of them probably lost respect from their friends

Pulse s definitely in the dog house for the foreseeable future if not dumped

The spetznaz now look at Finka with distrust and disappointment

Lion and dock are probably the only ones that forgive her

Valkyrie is probably gonna give Finka and IQ the cold shoulder if she doesn't completely sever ties with them outside of work.

I'd be surprised if the GSG9 bois don't consider the IQ they fought together with dead to them

THIS.

Even if the most unexplainable, Disney happy ending happens, and everyone is reunited and working together... that kind of betrayal might (might, but not assured) be forgiven, but sure as hell isn't forgotten!

First of all, the most important repercussion they should be facing is that re-joining Rainbow isn't gonna be easy peasy! If they went to work for NH, they stopped working for their previous units (GROM, FBI, SAS, etc). That means that unless they're hired as independent contractors or form another PMC group... they're shit out of luck. And even then, they've already proven they're unreliable and have ditched Rainbow in the past with no explanations and no warning, how could anyone trust them to join Rainbow again after that?

And on a personal level, they lost the respect of everyone who knew them and probably have very strained relationships afterwards. I doubt Thatcher (and the rest of the SAS) would be very forgiving with Smoke.

Finka could have a legit personal motive and be acting out of desperation, but while that might gain her the sympathy of a few people if she discloses that, she still defected. The Spetsnaz sure as hell won't be trusting her as before, and if there was ever anything more than just friendly banter flirting with Tachanka (which I doubt), that's dead and buried now.

We know Valkyrie was displeased with Cav's tendency to go rogue (like in the Ghost Recon Wildlands' crossover - which was a source of tension betweem them), because she strives to be the best and a role model of women in the armed forces. So I think she'd be royally pissed with Finka and IQ, and would maybe completely sever ties with them yeah.

Speaking of IQ, the rest of the GSG9 are definitely distancing themselves from her, hitting her with cold and disappointed looks, and treating her like a stranger, at best.

Pulse would be in the severely displeased point of view of his ex-teammates of the FBI, Hibana, and whoever else is friend of Hibana. I don't think it's far fetched that Azami would counsel Hibana she's better off without him.

And Ela... if her reason for going to NH really is that she was throwing a tantrum because of family problems, wow, she needs to be more professional. And idk who her friends are in canon, but I hope they'd tell her to grow up and go to therapy, stop acting out just because she argued again with Zofia.

[solari-writes-things]

Welcome Surprises

🛑 WARNINGS: Very brief descriptions of NSFW, slight nudity, language 🛑

✨ requested by: @kind-wolf

✨ pairing: Tachanka x Reader

✨ summary: Reader has a hard time remembering the fun night before, and is in for a bit of a surprise.

✨ Solari Says: I absolutely adore this prompt, mostly because I wouldn't mind being a part of it so enjoy!

Prompt(s) -

#5: "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

#50: "Why are you naked?"

gif credit: to the OP.

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You slept better than usual, which was something you were thankful for.

Usually most of your night consisted of tossing and turning, the memories of mistakes and do-overs circling around in your head tauntingly.

Maybe it was because Alexsandr had come by to visit you. They hadn't happened often, but he managed to squeeze in some time to ensure that you were okay. He enjoyed taking care of you, putting work into a relationship that he felt worked out.

Maybe it was because you didn't run and hide at the mention of a divorce and kids. You were actually quite accepting of it, and listened to all of his stories that he took the time to tell you.

About his sister, the children. Hell, even his previous marriage should the conversation call for it (but usually, it didn't).

You slumber was also assisted by the drinks you had last night. You and Alex decided to stay indoors this time around, drinking whatever liquor that you had stashed inside of your cabinets. Frankly, you've been with him long enough to trust him with your life. Should anything happen, you knew that no harm would befall you.

You hum a bit as your brain begins to wake you up. The first thing that you notice is that your arm is slung around something warm and comforting, and you smile.

Alex. It had to be, he stayed with you through the night from what you could (very faintly) recall.

When your arm moves against him, you could feel him shift his neck so that he was looking at you. You felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest, and you felt one of his large hands caress against the skin of your shoulder. "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

Your eyes begin to flutter open, greeted by the black ink of his tattoos strewn about his chest. Your fingertips drowsily trace the shaded skin, your leg shifting so that you would spoon the side of him and comfortably cuddle into his side.

However, when your own skin brushed comfortably against his, something seemed to have gone off in your head.

"Why are you naked?" you ask him at first, but quickly follow up. "Why am I naked?"

His hand clasped your upper arm gently so his own arm was holding you close. "Do you remember? You were feeling quite a bit frisky after we decided to drink."

It began to recollect once he reminded you. He hadn't been picky about the drinking, he practically inhaled everything you had hidden away. But he did try to remind you to not overdo it, so you didn't wake up with a regret. You had reminded him that there was nothing that you both could do that you could regret, and even in your sober state you could agree with that line of thinking.

Somehow, someway, liquid confidence had ended up with you bent over ever plausible surface in the house.

And suddenly, with the memory of how you spent about an hour and a half across every inch of your home, your legs felt sore.

There was a bit of pink that had spread across your face at that notion, wanting to slink underneath the blankets that hid your bodies. "Now that you mention it... I do."

He studied your expression, his eyebrows knitting together just a bit. "I didn't go too far, did I?"

"No! No," you say to him immediately, leaning up so that you pressed a kiss against his jaw. You laid your head down against his shoulder, eyes losing focus against the tattoo that stretched on his neck. "I don't think you ever could. I'd rather it be you that I drunk fuck."

The laugh that left your lips at that notion made him smile, a sight that you enjoyed quite a bit. Alexsandr was a jovial man, that much you knew, but seeing a smile so genuine made your heart skip a beat.

"I take you enjoyed yourself, then?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"My body definitely did. I haven't moved and I can already feel the soreness," you admitted.

He laughed. One of his signature, loud laughs that you have grown to adore so much. "Ah, good. When you feel better, don't be surprised if you end up a decoration on your table again."

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[lostinyourdreams]

A bitter sweet ending

justagenderfluidstuff said:

Could you please do Tachanka with a male reader? Some angst, where they are dating in secret, because Tachanka is scared of what his teammates will think, but people start to bet suspension about them and Tachanka hurts the reader in some way to make make the others think they're nothing. Please?

Warning: angst

After his ex wife divorced him Alexandr never thought he would meet you, a guy so wonderful it would make him feel like a highschooler who fell in love for the first time in their life, so when you confessed it seemed like life got a whole new meaning for him and of course for you as well. Despite the fact that your relationship was a complete secret the other spetsnaz did start to get the hint that Alexandr had a

lover, they kept on nagging him to tell them more but he would simply brush them off with a “we are just friends, comrades” but the answer was unsatisfactory for the group who by now started confronting you about it, you continued to deny it but this just took a toll on you, it made you question and wonder just everything, why were Alexandrs teammates so insistent? Was it because you were a guy? The fact that you were a few years younger than Alexandr? And plenty of other questions that you simply couldn’t answer yourself. Alexandr noticed how much this was bothering you, before when he told you stories about his missions or just his life outside of the military your eyes would lit up and laugh but now you were simply lost in your thoughts “He deserves better…” Alexandr mumbled under his breath as he saw you asleep on your desk for the millionth time, he carefully picked you up bridal style making sure he didn’t woke you up before laying you on the bed and tucking you in, leaning down to kiss your forehead, he couldn’t bare the idea of just breaking up with you, he just couldn’t stand the thought of breaking your heart like that, out of the blue just breaking up with you but he knew that if he made something that would result into you hating him so much you’ll break up with him right there and then it would just be easier for you to move on and easier for him to look himself in the mirror.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching your sleeping form, taking note of how peaceful you looked as he wondered what he could tell you in order to make you hate him just so much without completely ruining your trust in relationships but the only thing he could come up with was cheating.

The next morning you woke up to your favourite breakfast served by your lover who looked rather uneasy, taking note you thanked him for the breakfast before confronting him about what was bothering him “Alexandr, what's on your mind?”you asked him worriedly tho he only shook his head “I’ll tell you after breakfast” he said as he started to quietly eat his food, this was so unlike Alexandr, he never acted like this and started to think he was going to break up with you for being more distant lately but said nothing about your concerns and ate some of your breakfast, once the both of you finish Alexandr cupped your cheeks causing you to look up at him “Y/n please listen to me” he pleaded as you could only nod your head, your heart was racing as you pondered what Alexandr was about to tell you. The silence only lasted a few moment but to you it felt like it lasted hours but in the end the silence was broken by Alexandr “Y/n, you deserve better than me, you deserve someone who could offer you the earth, the moon and stars not someone like me who would do you wrong and cheat you, you’re so handsome and lovable someone will make you happier than I could ever make you” he said looking directly into your eyes, it took you a few seconds to just process everything but once you did you simply sighed, you didn’t want to cry in front of Alexandr “Thank you for being honest with me…. you’re right I deserve better” you said as you pulled away from his touch, Alexandr making no attempt to stop you, pull you back to him and plead for a second chance so you knew it was over.

Months had passed since that day but Alexandr would still think about you and occasionally check on you, recently he saw you had moved on, he saw you holding hands and kissing another person and he couldn’t help but smile, glad that you moved on and found someone who could make you the happiest guy on earth. As for him, he found closure into the time he spent with you, all the memories he has made with you, he even still carried a picture of you and him in his wallet, the first picture the two of you took together right after a successful mission together.

[gayoperatorgunclub]

I'm in a bit of a fluff mood so could you give us the top five ops you'd like to receive a hug from?

oh FUCK ok

(In no particular order)

Tachanka. He's an absolute unit (i realize this also qualifies oryx, but he does not have the right Dad Energy, though i do believe he would be incredibly huggable) and has the perfect dad bod to ensure maximum comfort during the hugging process

Gridlock. She's built like an Amazon and i trust her with my life. i'm certain she would be down to spoon for any amount of time

Doc. I've said it before and I'll say it again, he is SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND!!!!!! i want him to hold me with his beautiful strong arms

Jackal. Hold me in your arms and softly sing a Spanish lullaby as we slow dance around the room, lover boy

Sledge. I WANT THE LARGE, KIND SCOTTISH MAN TO CARRY ME AROUND IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK?????????

[simonxriley]

Ship Songs!

I was tagged by the wonderful @shegetsburned @baldurrs @nightbloodraelle and @leviiackrman to relate 5-10 songs to my ships. Thank you! 💜 (i also got carried away with this 😅)

Tagging @playstationmademe @nightwingshero @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @sstewyhosseini @voidika @corvosattano and anyone else who wants to do this!!

OTP: The Tachanka and his Kotyonok - Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev x Skylar "Phoenix" Jackson

Under Your Scars - Godsmack

Under your scars I pray // You're like a shooting star in the rain // You're everything that feels like home to me, yeah // Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time

Happy Anywhere - Blake Shelton feat. Gwen Stefani

I'm running wide open // I was born with my feet in motion // But since I met you, I swear // I could be happy anywhere // Any map dot location // You're always my destination // You're the only thing that I'm chained to // I could be happy anywhere // I could be happy anywhere with you

Take Me As I am - David Cook

Take me as I am // Right here where I stand // Open up your arms and let me in Out here on my own // I know I'm not alone // Let me in your heart // Right where you stand

Song #3 - Stone Sour

It doesn't really matter what you do or say // I'm never going anywhere anyway 'Cause when I'm dying for you // I've never felt so alive

Truth - Gwen Stefani

So this is what the truth feels like // This is more of what I had in mind // Yeah, this is what the truth feels like // And I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it // Something about this just feels so right, alright? // Something about this just feels so right, alright? So this is what the truth feels like // And I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it

Everywhere I'm goin' - Maddie & Tae

Whole world in my living room // It's all you, babe // If I could paint paradise, it'd be you // It's all you, babe // Every red pin on the map I'm holding // You're everywhere I've been // And everywhere I'm goin' // From backwoods to the neon glowin' // You're everywhere I've been // And everywhere I'm goin'

Dagen Før

If we never change // Then how can we grow and ever live? // Love is always able to // Awaken the soul and leave the blues // There is calmness to a life lived in quiet gratitude // The waiting has brought a little pain // But nothing compared to what I’ve gained

Bind Your Love - Cher Lloyd

Ooh, now I'm found, I'll never be lost // I'll stick with you no matter the cost // Whatever comes we'll figure it out, I know that // Ooh, you and I like Adam and Eve // You lit the fire growing in me // You changed my life, now there is no way to go back

Warmness on the Soul - Avenged Sevenfold

And we have gone through good and bad times // But your unconditional love was always on my mind // You've been there from the start for me // And your love's always been true as can be

I give my heart to you // I give my heart // 'Cause nothing can compare in this world to you, whoa

Nobody But You - Blake Shelton feat. Gwen Stefani

I been thinkin' about what I want in my life // It begins and ends the same // If I had to choose what I couldn't lose // There'd only be one thing

OTP: The Ghost With The Most - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Liz Walker

Livin' On Love -Alan Jackson

It sounds simple, that's what you're thinkin' // But love can walk through fire without blinkin' // It doesn't take much when you get enough // Livin' on love

Break In - Halestorm feat. Amy Lee

You are the only one // The only one that sees me // Trusts me and believes me // You are the only one // The only one that knows me And in the dark to show me

When I See You Smile - Bad English

Sometimes I wonder // How I'd ever make it through, // Through this world without having you // I just wouldn't have a clue // 'Cause sometimes it seems // Like this world's closing in on me, // And there's no way of breaking free // And then I see you reach for me

Home - Corey Taylor

I wanna run away and show you all the things I wanna do // I wanna run away as quickly as we can // You're my home away from home Home's inside of you // But you are not alone, you'll never be alone I'm on my way back home and I've been gone so long

If I Didn't Have You - Randy Travis

If I didn't have you I know I'd be // Floundering around like a ship at sea // Lost in the rain of a hurricane // And that's where I'd have been

Heaven - No Doubt

Magnetic flash, can't stop my domino effect // Just a little give and take // Stops making sense you pull me in // I'm finding out that it's something I just can't fake // But the truth is you're gold // You can find something you already have // I really have you to hold

The Tide Is High - Atomic Kitten

The tide is high, but I'm holding on // I'm gonna be your number one The tide is high, but I'm holding on // I'm gonna be your number one

Crimson Day - Avenged Sevenfold

Dark years, brought endless rain // Out in the cold I lost my way But storms won't last to clear the air // For something new // The sun came out and brought you through

Every Night, Every Morning - Maddie & Tae

He said, "I don't know what I'd do // If I didn't have you" // I said, "I think about that too"

Home - Phillip Phillips

Settle down, it'll all be clear // Don't pay no mind to the demons They fill you with fear // The trouble, it might drag you down // If you get lost, you can always be found // Just know you're not alone // 'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home

[ask-team-rainbow]

A question for Ash, Do you feel differently about Kali and Wamai being on the team, now that they have been on the team for a while, and demonstrated at least part of what they’re capable of? And Tachanka, how do you feel about the new load out and gadget you are going to get?

“My thoughts about Kali and Wamai haven’t changed. I still don’t trust them. I think there’s more going on than they’re letting on. I mean, Kali is still very secretive with Mira, and she’s okay with that. When I joined, we didn’t keep secrets, and if we did, everyone got offended. Now everyone is being accepting of it? It just doesn’t feel right.”

-Eliza “Ash” Cohen

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“I like that I’ll get to carry my LMG a lot easier than before, but the grenade launcher will need some getting used to.”

-Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

[dreamingofatwistedparadise]

Sasha Morozov

Name: Sasha Morozov Nick Name: None Code Names: Redacted Ethnicity: Russian Age: 25 Current Location: Blackpool, England

Place of Birth: Novosibirsk, Novosibirsk Oblast , Russia

DOB: Redacted

Height: 5'7 [ 1.70m ] Weight: 110 lbs. [ 49.8kg ] Sexuality: Asexual

Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Gender: Male

Tattoos:   Snake Tattoo [ starts at his hip and wraps around his right thigh ]   Red Spider Lilies [ on his left shoulder, and spreads down his side to just above his hip , runs through the scar on his stomach. ] Scars:    Large Scar on his stomach [ Goes from his stomach to his left side, just above his hip ]   Three Identical Burn Scars on his Throat   Identical Scars on both of his legs [ Won't discuss the injuries that gave     him those scars ] Piercings: [ Usually removed for Missions, they get in the way ]    Snake Bites    Belly Button Piercing [ Usually a Dragon or a Cat ] Mental Illness: Redacted By Dr. Harishva "Harry" Pandey

Job/Education:    Ex KGB , Infectious Diseases Doctor, Chemical Analyst    Kid of CBRN Unit

Relationships:

From my time spent talking to him, he doesn't really care for a lot of people. The Operators in Rainbow, very few can be considered friends. He'll defend them, protect them and help on missions but they are just people he would rather be far away from. However, it seems he gets along well with the Russians. And Lion. Bandit, however as he's said is tolerable though the first meeting with the man still leaves a sour taste in Sasha's mouth. [ His words exactly ] .

  Bandit: 

  "Don't even get me started, First time I met him. He annoyed me. For reasons I don't think I need to say again. Now I do get why. But my opinion of him is just that he leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Though that being said. I don't hate him. I know shocker, given what people believe."

  Lion: 

"Lion, I swear he thinks I'm a little kid or something. Rather inexperienced even as he's said before to my face. Ugh, He must just have a thing against people. And honestly don't know if I could stand the guy if not for Finka and Doc. Though it is funny to see him grumble, but listen to Doc like a dog on a leash. Must be something going on between those two. But really Lion takes care of us. Even if he's not always the best about it."

  Finka: 

"She's like...that big sister who always just tries to do the best she can to help. After all she's been through, some details I don't really know. She tries her best to keep me from fighting with Lion. And the others. Often distracting me. She also seems to know everything I like? Leaving books and snacks on my pillow or at my work station? It's weird to not be seen as some machine instead of a person. People are weird."

  Kapkan: 

"Kapkan...He's one of those if you get to know them types. But really, he's not all bad. It's not just because he's Russian like me. Though really that does have something to do with it a little bit. He showed me how to take apart his traps, and we improved them a little bit. Not sure how he felt about me opening my big mouth but he didn't say anything. He's very protective, almost jealous over that sniper? Though he'd probably tell me to shut up if I said anything."

  Glaz: 

"The Sniper, He's an interesting person though I somehow don't think he likes when I ask about his eye. Sometimes. He has this thing about painting people, or drawing them. He's drawn me a few times when he thinks I'm not looking. Or he doesn't care. I gave him art supplies for his birthday, and he used them up so quickly. But it made him happy. Easy to work with, though his attachment to Kapkan is concerning to me. Only if he lets his emotions get the better of him. Like we all do. Well most of us..."

  Tachanka:

 "He's...weird. I don't hate him? But I can't say I like him either? He's very loud and I just enjoy the quiet. Maybe that's why. I don't know, he's very protective in his own way. And caring. Very useful on missions at that even if he does things his own way. After all don't we all? I want to use his gadget but he won't let me touch it."

  Fuze: 

"Fuze, people say he's silent and kinda mean. But he's not, he has his own way of caring about people. But if a mission has to be done, it has to be done. Casualty or not. He's just different, they don't exactly have a no casualty rule which does put them at odds with others. Personally though sometimes bad things happen to good people. There is nothing we can do about it. Not truly. Fuze is fun to just have a nice drink with after a rough mission. That's for sure."

  Ying: 

"Don't like her, plain and simple. She's loud, bossy and annoying. While she's good at what she does. Doesn't mean I have to like her. She tries to lecture us when we do things a certain way. Sorry but we aren't all her. Simple. But I don't know. She gets on my nerves. Her and that other person....but I can deal with the other one."

  Ash: 

"She's strange. Loud and a bit bossy. Yea they say we have to listen to her? But she's not someone I would want to spend my time with. Though she did at least check on Fuze when he had that incident happen. So maybe she's not all bad. But Ash is not someone I know how to deal with. Too much for me."

  Phoenix: 

"Phoenix. We've been friends for years before all of this Rainbow Stuff. If I didn't get dragged into this Rainbow stuff because of my other connections. He'd probably have dragged me in. But that's not important. He saved my life, we owe each other a lot though neither of us will admit it. Even now I don't know where he is but I wish I did. I'd bring him where he could be safe though Phoenix was never one to stay put anyway."

  Tsubaki: 

"Tsubaki, You want information about them? I don't think so, That is earned information. Plus I know you Rainbow Types. No offense, you'd shoot them in the back, or worse. I told you more than I needed to already, information about them was not part of the deal. Nice try though."

Detailed Personality:

Sasha's personality is nothing special in his eyes. The years of torment under his handler has left his true personality buried under what could be called a blank slate. They wanted a soldier that would obey orders without questions. And that was exactly what they got. He was cold, calculating and efficient, exactly as they built the young soldier. Sasha ended lives without question, no matter who they were. Guilt wasn't something that a tool was allowed to have. Any crack in the slate would be ripped out of him no matter how much pain it caused. After all a broken toy can always be fixed with new parts.

 That is until Rainbow pulled him out of his handler's clutches. Kapkan and Glaz had a big hand in that, which maybe why he trusts them over a lot of the other operators. After months of being locked under Rainbow's watchful eyes, his personality started to surface. A blank slate replaced with small signs of emotion. Though he can be sarcastic and a bit blunt, he does have at least some kindness in him somewhere. He's one to always put the job first, and keeping people safe sometimes has to come second where the job is concerned.

  That might be why he gets along with Fuze so well in the few short worded conversations they may have. Though it's been noted in his file that trust is hard to build, and if he's silent around someone. He either doesn't trust them, or they've done something he doesn't agree with. He's very clear about his dislike for people. And once someone gets on his bad side it's very hard to get off of it. Harry has stated that pushing him gets nothing out of the soldier.

  He personally states that he finds the Russians easier to deal with. And he finds some of the other operators too loud and obnoxious. He's one for liking his silence. He's still working on forming his own personality, but he's come a long way since then. He's known to get into a few fights with Ying, or Lion. Though he does find amusement in when Lion gets lectured by Doc. The other Operator he sometimes clashes with is Bandit, memories of the first meeting not forgotten.

 But if he had to be around anyone that wasn't Russian. It would be Bandit that's for sure.

History: Redacted

[burned-to-the-void]

The world is still a blur but your smile shines through - 2

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Doc calls Montagne in one cold morning.

Doc/Montagne, 1.1K words, G rated, fluff. (Part 1 is on here.)

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Doc realizes once again that he really isn't built for this kind of climate, as a violent shiver runs through his entire body. He used to think British weather was bad enough as it was, always overcast and chilly, making him miss the sun-bleached beaches of Côte d'Azur like a parched man missing a sip of water, but late November mornings in Nuuk, Greenland are something else entirely.

His phone buzzes once and he gives up on pretending to be asleep, when in reality the freezing air that creeps up on him no matter how thoroughly he buries himself under the cover woke him up at least ten minutes ago. He checks his phone, and the screen that’s too bright for his bleary eyes informs him that it’s barely past five in the morning, and he has two new messages.

One is from Jackal, as expected. Four hours, it says, and while it's not the most satisfying answer, at least it'll allow him to function. He should check with Buck later to see if their words match, though. It's not that he doesn't trust Jackal, rather he knows his tendency to leave certain things out, like an wild animal that hides its wound so it won't get cast out of the pack or viewed as an easy prey. Jackal is aware of the fact that his fitness for the job is constantly being questioned and evaluated, so Doc doesn't blame him for his defensiveness; him agreeing to do this at all is a huge improvement over his former dismissive attitude.

Another one that just came in is from Montagne, and it sobers him up pretty quickly. Call me when you can, it reads, without further information, and suddenly his breath is quickening. Did something happen to him? Or to someone else? As far as he knows they're the only ones who are out on a mission, but then how can he be sure, when he’s thousands of kilometers away from the base?

Just before he almost trips himself in his hurry to call him, another message follows. Don't worry, nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk with you.

Doc sighs in relief, little embarrassed that he is this predictable, waits until his heartbeat slows down to reasonable pace and puts on his clothes for a short walk. The walls are thin, and he doesn’t want to wake people up earlier than they have to; it was a long week for all of them.

Montagne picks up his call in less than five seconds. Hearing his voice for the first time in days feels like the sweet taste of the air taken in gulps after diving too deep, for too long.

“Did I wake you?” he asks apologetically, but Doc is too busy relishing in his presence, basking in it, and almost misses his cue to answer.

“No, you didn’t. I blame the weather for that. It’s cold enough to get frost bites in bed, I’m willing to call this a medical crisis.”

“Are you?” Usually he isn’t this much of a complainer, so Montagne’s amused tone isn’t really surprising. Doc frowns to no one in particular. Six, maybe.

“Yes, I mean it. And what annoys me even more is that I’m the only one who’s bothered. Frost keeps saying it’s unusually warm here this year and Tachanka is even worse, I swear he sleeps only in his underwear, when I’m considering sleeping with my coat on.”

Montagne laughs good-naturedly at his faux indignation, and the sound of it thaws him out, a little. He looks up at the sky that’s still a shade too dark to be called blue. His breath comes out in puffs, like small clouds.

“But enough talking about Tachanka’s sleeping attire. How are things there?”

“Nothing’s out of ordinary. It doesn’t mean everything is peaceful, but you already know it.”

Doc snorts. "I do. Has anyone maimed anyone?"

"No, but there was a close call."

"Let me guess. Someone provoked Caveira again."

"Smoke made a bet with Mozzie and dared him to switch her face paint with mayonnaise," he confirms, and Doc briefly wonders if Montagne can somehow sense how scandalized his facial expression is because he sounds like he's enjoying being the one who's telling him this, behind his serious tone. "She wanted to make a necklace out of his fingers. Both of theirs, actually."

"But she didn't?"

"Gridlock intervened."

Doc fights back a desire to pinch his nose dramatically but the situation definitely calls for it.

"God, why do I work with those idiots. Can't we get Six officially ban Smoke from making bets?"

"Not if Thatcher has any say in it. He'd prefer him being idiotic off the missions rather than on them."

Doc sighs because he has to agree. Also, his hand has started to get numb and he is fiercely lamenting his past decision not to bring any gloves. He switches the hand holding the phone to stick it into the pocket of his coat, doubting it would be of much help.

“How about you, Gilles? Is everything alright? You said you wanted to talk with me.”

“Yes, and I was quite literal about it,” replies Montagne, with a hint of smile in his voice. “Everything is fine, I just needed this. Listening to you talk. The base isn’t same without you.”

His words hold more sincerity than Doc is ready to face at this obscene hour, and it is just so him Doc has to take a deep breath to ensure that he’s getting enough air; he feels light-headed, from being so fond of him, from missing him really, although as a medical expert he should know it’s an imaginary symptom. The tips of his ears go from frozen to warm with enough speed to break a thermometer, the cold long forgotten.

“I’ll be back in three days, sooner if I can help it. And I promise, if anyone tries to stop me or slow me down, I’ll show them why they shouldn’t mess with a guy holding a scalpel,” he tells him gravely, like he means it, because of fucking course he means it. Montagne chuckles.

“Calm down, Gustave. I can survive a day or two more if I have to, but you rushing things won’t help.” And Doc has to wonder how he does it, sounding like he’s smiling warmly and dead serious at the same time. “Don’t worry about me, or the others, because I won’t let anything bad to happen. Just focus on finishing your job and come back home safe.”

Home, he says, so naturally, and who is he to disagree when it feels like his heart has never left the place, like it’s the only place he’ll ever dream of returning? So for once he stops fantasizing about sunny beaches with breathtaking views in favor of that bleak, miserable piece of land with the love of his life waiting for him, and just nods, translates the motion into a soft okay when he realizes Montagne can’t see it, and Montagne hums once, satisfied.

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[kiruuuuu]

Smoke/Mute oneshot in which, as usual, utter chaos happens and I attempt an explanation as to where these pink Siege skins came from. (Rating M, crack + some sexiness going on, ~2.7k words) - written for @glockchen​ who asked me to write anything about these skins and I could never say no to you ♥♥♥

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It starts with a simple drawing.

As it’s a perfectly normal morning in Hereford, the canteen, including the kitchen, is in complete and utter chaos: Caveira has followed through with her threat of disgustedly pouring what she calls bleached bullshit (also known as refined sugar) into Dokkaebi’s collar because the Korean woman forgot to buy ‘proper’ sugar, sparking a small war in their corner of the room, Blitz is currently burning the third batch of eggs and looking to his boyfriend for approval (and Rook reacts with a pained smile), and Bandit is surreptitiously trying to trip everyone walking past while pretending to be an angel in Montagne’s direction.

Mute and Smoke are sitting somewhere in the middle of all this, only half listening to Sledge’s tired mantra of they’re all adults they can clean up after themselves don’t get up let them make their own mistakes and learn.

“Gargle is such a typical, ugly English word”, Maestro muses and feeds the Scotsman a bite of his cheesecake because who needs breakfast food when there’s cake. “It’s onomatopoeic, agreed, but if the love of my life told me ‘I just gargled with maple syrup’ I wouldn’t care how sweet the kisses were because it’d be the same as if I proclaimed myself to be moist. Ugh.”

“I dunno, it can be pretty romantic”, Smoke shrugs and surreptitiously rolls his eyes at Mute – it’s clear why, the two lovebirds next to them are once again wholly lost in each other. “I sometimes gargle with Mark’s come and he never complains.”

Sledge chokes on the cheesecake and looks like he’s about to protest the mention of bodily fluids while he’s eating (and Mute gets ready to retaliate by pointing out the bright purple lovebites peeking over the Scot’s collar as well as the faint bruises on Maestro’s neck), when there’s a sudden, dramatic entrance. The door flies open and in strides Tachanka, head held high, stance proud and a fond smile on his lips.

Most of the ruckus dies down over the abrupt change in mood as the Russian makes a beeline for the fridge, carefully stepping over Bandit’s outstretched foot, avoiding the two flailing women and ignoring the sharp smell emanating from the stove. Now Mute notices the piece of paper in Tachanka's hand which he unfolds and then pins to the fridge door with a few magnets. From this distance, all Mute can see is a whole lot of pink.

Seeing as most pairs of eyes are glued to the old man by now, Tachanka grins and addresses the room with his booming voice: “If you ever ask yourself why the hell you’re still here – this is why.”

Curious, Mute leaves the quiet argument of what constitutes as revolting behind and joins the small crowd gathering around Tachanka, catching a better look of what seems to be a child’s drawing. It’s hard to make out at first as more than half of it is just a mix of different shades of pink, but eventually he identifies it as Tachanka himself holding what looks like a little girl, only his uniform has been recoloured from his usual olive and he’s displaying a horn as well as a mane and even a tail.

If he’s honest, it’s adorable. He knows the story, Glaz told it with a sheepish Tachanka modestly brushing him off but smiling appreciatively anyway: on their last mission, the old man heroically rescued a girl and made sure to carry her to safety and even reunite her with her parents. Judging by Tachanka's expression, it’s one of the most touching fan letters he’s received and he’s immensely proud, as he should be.

At least until Blackbeard steps up and snorts at the display. “Not at all your colour, I’m sorry to say, this looks like the gayest version of you”, he points out. “Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Says the guy with the man bun”, Pulse shoots back immediately.

“Is that bold-faced envy I hear? At least I have hair, Jack.”

“Yes. Too much of it. I’m just waiting for you to start stealing Sébastien’s plaid shirts.”

“I am comfortable enough in my masculinity to experiment with non-traditional looks, thank you very much. When’s the last time you changed anything about your appearance? I’ve seen your driver’s license. The only new thing about you are your wrinkles.”

Mute considers texting Smoke to stop demonstrating his ability to shove an entire piece of cake into his mouth and instead witness this rare American-on-American smackdown but forgets all about it when Tachanka, who’s been listening with a decidedly unimpressed scowl, chimes in: “You call yourself confident but mock this gift I got? Just because it’s pink?”

Belatedly, Blackbeard realises his mistake of potentially angering Tachanka of all people and tries to backtrack. “Well, I mean – only because you’d look silly wearing it. The picture is cute, but you in a pink uniform -”

“What’s wrong with a pink uniform?”

“It’s not really – it’s too visible, and you in pink is just laughable.”

“What’s wrong with me in a pink uniform?”

Mute is failing to suppress a grin by now. While Tachanka sounds perfectly calm and pleasant, Blackbeard is getting more and more flustered by the second. “It’s not a manly colour. You agree with me on that, right? You’d look stupid.”

“Pink used to be a boy’s colour, you know. A softer red, in a way. I think it’d suit you, it’d go with your hair.”

“I’d rather drop dead than be caught wearing something like this”, Blackbeard mutters and then wisely retreats before Tachanka's good mood dissolves into something else.

Amused, the Russian turns to Mute and mirrors his grin. “Confident in his masculinity, hm?”, he repeats doubtfully.

“We can actually make a pink uniform for you”, Mute suggests, causing Tachanka to perk up. “James has dyed clothes before.”

“Would you? I’m beginning to like the idea more and more. I can wear it during training and dazzle everyone.”

“I’ll even do you one better. Just wait a few days.” The two of them nod at each other and Mute returns to his table where Maestro is currently praising the soothing quality of green tea for an upset stomach. “James, I know what we’re going to do today”, he announces with a glint in his eye.

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“Are you sure these are the correct measurements?”, Smoke complains for the nth time around the needles between his lips. Doubtfully, he holds up the patterned trousers and frowns at them, visibly dissatisfied. “They look too short, babe. They look like they’d fit me.”

Odd, isn’t it?, Mute thinks and bites his cheek until he trusts himself to reply without sounding highly entertained. “Those are definitely the correct measurements, I’m sure.”

“I bet you’re bloody grateful I can sew or else you’d still be watching Youtube tutorials.”

“I’m glad your mum made you fix the clothes you ripped on the daily, yes. Teaches you about the value of your time.”

“Teaches me not to buy expensive garb, more like. How’s your unicorn coming along?”

Mute takes a moment to inspect his work. After airbrushing one of Tachanka's helmets a lovely shade of pink, he started to add a few more personal touches he expects the Russian to enjoy: a pair of bear ears which Bandit owned – and no, Mute didn’t ask for details –, an actual unicorn horn he improvised out of a few available materials plus a mane made from faux fur which Frost generously donated once she caught wind of their project. He’s currently gluing letters onto the monstrosity since the rainbow he added for good measure has dried already. All in all, it’s solid work and he’s happy with it. If this doesn’t make Tachanka's teammates question some of what they thought they knew about him, then nothing will.

“See, I get why we’re making two of these abominations, babe, even if you haven’t told me the reason outright”, Smoke murmurs more to himself than directed at Mute, “but why three? Did anyone else want one? Are we gifting one to Dom? You know he’d wear it, especially with this sexy leopard print. Christ, we’re not giving the old man the leopard, are we? Because I’m sure he’d say something like ‘I have the underwear to match it’ and thank you, now we’ll need some brain bleach.”

“He’s not the only one I know who’d have matching knickers”, Mute states drily. “And Dom isn’t the only one I know who’d wear this.”

Smoke stops messing with the hem and throws him a deeply distrustful look. “Babe. Are you serious?”

“I have the perfect ears to go with it too.”

His quiet statement makes his lover’s brows rise. “They’re for me, aren’t they.” It’s not a question and so Mute doesn’t answer. “Really though – are you taking the piss or does the thought of me wearing this stuff actually turn you on?” Mute steadfastly refuses to respond and instead focuses on lining up the letters playfully. Maybe he could add glitter, yes, in any case he needs to not think about Smoke in a leopard print uniform, absolutely not squirming on his lap, the rappel harness flattering his thighs and soft mewls -

The rustling of clothes catches his attention and when he looks up, Smoke is half naked already. “What are you doing?”

“Trying it on, what does it look like? You want me to wear this, so I will.” He pulls on the finished pieces of his uniform and poses only partly jokingly. His arse looks amazing and Mute forgets how breathing works for a moment, resisting the urge to reach out and cop a feel because then they’ll never get it all done. “Bloody hell, this is tight.”

“Yeah”, Mute agrees distractedly and openly disregards the concept of eye contact entirely in favour of ogling other body parts, “like I said: definitely the correct measurements.”

Grinning, Smoke walks over to where he’s sitting and buries a hand in Mute’s hair to drag his head forward and smush his face into his exceedingly prominent bulge, ignoring the slight resistance and massaging Mute’s scalp once he’s started mouthing at the growing erection rubbing against his cheek. “Why don’t you get the ears, babe?”, Smoke hums and seems not at all perturbed by his unusual attire.

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A few days later, Mute stands outside of Blackbeard's room, taking a deep breath and checking the time again. The American’s daily schedule is rigid and thus he’s been asleep for more than an hour at this point, not at all disturbed by the commotion outside of the base. They invited everyone interested, distributed beverages and promised a show, meaning there’s a sizeable crowd outside waiting for the main event to happen – whatever it’s supposed to entail.

Tachanka's uniform garnered a lot of approval, and Mute was especially proud to hear almost everyone complimenting his admittedly fabulous helmet, but the real treat hasn’t even surfaced yet.

Once he deems himself ready, he barges into the room and starts shaking Blackbeard awake rudely. “Get up, Jenson, come on, we need you, there’s a situation.” He does his best to appear urgent, and to his credit, Blackbeard is up on his feet before he’s even processed anything that’s going on. “Hostage taken in London, we need to fly out ASAP, get dressed and let’s go!”

He left the door open to let just enough light in for the American to not crash into his furniture as he stumbles about the room, getting dressed and mumbling something incoherent. Mute leaves him no time to think, talking rapidly out of his arse and ushering him out of the room and down the corridor. Blearily, Blackbeard allows himself to be manhandled and merely responds with a few grunts, but once they’re outside and in the middle of the sizeable gathering, he realises that something is off.

Being greeted with cheers, Blackbeard looks around in confusion until his gaze lands on Tachanka toasting him with a can of beer. “The fuck are you wearing?”, he asks and eyes the unicorn helmet in disbelief.

“The fuck are you wearing?”, Tachanka shoots back good-naturedly.

Finally, Blackbeard looks down at himself. He’s clad entirely in pink, mirroring the Russian perfectly. “What”, he says helplessly.

“I told you it’d go with your hair.”

And while the two start bickering immediately, with Blackbeard pompously proclaiming his intent to undress this instant and Tachanka amusedly egging him on, much to the audience’s delight, Mute feels a tug on his sleeve, turns around and mutters a curse under his breath. “I told you not to wear this outside”, he hisses and tries his best not to glance down at Smoke’s dangerously tight trousers.

He’s wearing the full outfit sans mask, and the cat ears which allegedly pick up on brain activity and move accordingly are perked up in excitement. Smoke was amazed by them the first time he put them on and refused to take them off for an entire evening – and admittedly, Mute’s heart melted a little every time Smoke looked over at him and the ears shot up instantly.

Right now, however, his heart isn’t the body part most touched by Smoke’s appearance.

“I’ve been a naughty kitty”, Smoke purrs and begins wrapping himself around the taller man, “you should punish me.”

And while the whole thing in itself has nothing erotic about it, it achieves the desired effect nonetheless as Mute is overcome by the sudden urge to stuff Smoke’s mouth.

Before he can act on it though, Bandit appears by their side, ignoring Blackbeard's repeated insistences that while pink is apparently a feminine colour, there’s nothing wrong with femininity, it’s just not for him (and Tachanka merely lets him talk with a partly disbelieving, partly entertained smile). “Have you seen Gilles? I don’t know where he is.”

“He said something like ‘I have one of these’ when he saw Chanka and then disappeared”, Smoke informs him helpfully and receives a concerned frown. “No idea what he was on about but he seemed excited.”

“Well, he better not be -”

Bandit trails off in horror and neglects to shut his mouth, so Mute and Smoke follow his line of sight while most of the noise around them dies down as well. It quickly becomes clear why: Montagne’s standing in the doorway to the base, wearing – well. What is he wearing?

Only on the second glance does Mute discern the butterfly pattern, noticing that it even continues over his balaclava, harmonises well with the hot pink helmet and – are those feelers?

Montagne catches sight of Smoke’s attire and nods approvingly. “That’s… a choice”, he states. “Maybe a little too racy but I don’t dislike it.”

“What do you think is going on here?”, Bandit addresses him weakly and looks torn between wanting the ground to swallow him whole and wanting the ground to swallow Montagne.

Now the Frenchman seems to be questioning himself, expression turning sheepish. “Isn’t this… these aren’t designs for breast cancer awareness? I thought -”

“See! That would be the only acceptable occasion for a man to ever wear pink!”, Blackbeard tells Tachanka triumphantly while pointing almost accusingly at Montagne, sparking yet another discussion now involving most of the people present.

“Does it look bad?”, Montagne wants to know sadly and only cheers up once Bandit has walked over to reassure him and started to play with his antennae – Mute can only imagine the amount of willpower it takes for Bandit not to make a thousand inappropriate and/or sarcastic jokes at once.

Not that he’s in a much better situation, seeing as Smoke is attempting to seductively meow in his direction. Sighing, he grabs Smoke’s wrist and drags him along. “You look hot but please never pretend to be a cat again. Promise me, James.”

“If I do, am I allowed to wear this on a mission?”

Smoke’s bright smile is going to be his doom one day, he knows this. He predicts quite a lot of arguing about the use of this particular outfit but can’t really say that he minds, not when they do most of their fighting in bed.

And maybe he’ll tell Smoke to put the mask on this time as well.