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800db-cloud · 5 months ago

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spare some spy hcs? 👀

OKAY. ok. so i have been putting off answering this ask because i’m admittedly very shy and very afraid of sharing my headcanons. and also because i have A LOT OF THEM.. but here we are!

here are my headcanon spies :) René works for RED and Jacques works for BLU!

where to start, where to start… i have a LOT of headcanons for them, i’ll be talking for FOREVER here. i’ll just start with story because why not! xP

René’s parents were also agents/spies, so he was always destined to be one as well. And he lives up to his parents’ legacies! He’s most notorious for destroying gangs and mobs and the like from the outside in. He was brought to America years ago to take out a dangerous mob boss, but unfortunately found himself infatuated (and involved) with the boss’ daughter. Luckily for him, the boss’ daughter wanted the guy dead, too.

René’s story is honestly a lot more fleshed out than Jacques’, but here goes anyway:

Jacques’ father was a very rich and powerful man in politics. Jacques himself was the result of an affair, and to keep it hush-hush, his father decided to raise him. Raise is a strong word, though— but he did help his father gain intelligence and blackmail on opposing political parties. Jacques proved to be a promising spy since childhood.

If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for Jacques’ story, let me know haha x) he didn’t have the greatest upbringing per se…

last thing on this section i wanna talk about is the Scouts. René is related to both of the Scouts; he’s RED Scout (Jeremy)’s biological father, and he’s BLU Scout (James)’ adoptive/step-father. Jacques has no relation to either scout, but acts as a guardian figure to BLU Scout.

anyway, this is the part where i continue talking about other miscellaneous headcanons! and these come with doodles :)

You couldn’t catch René DEAD without his mask, or his suit! He’d neeever take them off around other people (‘other people’ is mainly just Scout. For obvious reasons.) Meanwhile, Jacques is pretty lenient in letting his teammates see his face! Everyone on BLU’s seen his face at least once.

A big part of why René refuses to strip down is also due to the fact he has a LOT of tattoos. No doodle for this one because I’ve yet to decide on what tattoos to put on him (ideas are very welcome!!), but yeah! Most of the tattoos were ‘forced’ onto him/he had to get for jobs and ‘fitting in’ with bad crowds, but a good few of them were of his own accord, too.

Jacques doesn’t have tattoos, but he has a myriad of another thing: scars! Lots and lots of scars on this guy. Faded and old, sure, but they’re there. Most prominent ones are the one around his neck (from when the RED Medic beheaded him) and the ones on his forearms (those are from the LAST time he was imprisoned— looong story��)

René doesn’t cook very often for his team, but when he does, everyone’s always BLOWN AWAY by this guy’s cooking! René’s really bad at taking compliments, though— (“Cooking food that’s remotely edible isn’t a compliment, it’s basic survival.”) —but rest assured he’ll be thinking about it for the next month. Jacques, however… Do NOT let this guy into the kitchen. Ever. The BLU base has a special fire extinguisher “In Case Spy Decides To Turn On The Stove”

oooh, this one is an hc and a HALF to me. René much prefers working alone. It’s just in his nature, being isolated and whatnot. He likes to deal with things by himself– maybe he doesn’t want to burden others? On the contrary, Jacques NEVER works alone. It’s a trait he’s had even before being hired to BLU. You never know when things could go wrong, so it’s best to have someone else to fall back to… or someone else you can blame!

these hcs both have something to do with how René and Jacques show their trust in other people :) it’s a bit convoluted but it gets there:

René is, amusingly, very bad at remembering names. Almost laughably bad. There have been many-a-story of his days before RED where he’d get a target’s name wrong, even after he’d repeated it in his head dozens of times over. Names are difficult for him, so if he remembers yours, it means you mean a lot to him! He prefers using his teammates’ names rather than their titles. René is unaware of how charming this specifc trait is to his coworkers (they saw how much work and effort it took for him to memorize their names, they’re just happy with how far he’s come!)

Jacques has a… to put simply, very complicated relationship with food. But the one thing he’ll never turn down is sweets. His favorites especially being chocolate bonbons. Jacques has a hard time eating in front of others, let alone sharing his food! But if he genuinely likes and trusts you enough, he’d have half the mind to share with you. Admittedly, he hasn’t brought himself to share with most of the members of his team yet, except for a select few. Mostly BLU Medic and BLU Sniper.

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and of course, eventually, EVENTUALLY, these two also become friends! it took a little bit but believe me, they both respect each other’s skill in their job :)

AHHg i could go sooo much longer about them— from things like their physical traits (how much teeth they have? it’s a pressing question) or different periods of their life (why did rené have to leave his family? why was jacques imprisoned for the last time?) BUT this post is so… so, so long. My fingers hurt from typing

If you’ve managed to read through this Beast, THANK YOU RAAHH!!! thanks so much for asking this, too. i hope to spare more hcs someday. hehe ^_^

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #era.png #id in alt text #VERY LONG POST !!! very text heavy aaouhg #ok its taking all of my courage to make this post but i promised myself i’d get it out before i-#-turned nineteen LFJDKG. so. here they are :) rené and jacques my pookies…#UMM… idk what else to say here. thanks for asking and if you read this: THANK YOU ALSO ^_^#tumblr does NAWT want to format this post properly im going to pull my hair out #smoking #ask to tag #JUST IN CASE !!! there’s some slight implications of stuff here and there so if anyone needs anything tagged then feel free to lmk!#i also evidently have. a LOT of hcs regarding the BLU team. coughs. dont worry about that right now. Dont worry about it #era.txt #anon

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joudeq · 7 days ago

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sukuna x reader

~ strong enough

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sukuna x concubine!reader

tags - oneshot / fluffy sukuna / true form sukuna / x reader / no smut just SICKENING angst and fluff also a kiss at the end

a/n - uh for those of you who saw my deleted fic haha no u didnt (i got nervous)

context - hes been ignoring you for weeks, focusing most of his attention onto his other concubines

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The air is electric, charged with the weight of Sukuna’s presence as he stands before you, his silhouette sharp and commanding under the dim light. His usual arrogance clings to him like a second skin—the way he holds himself, the tilt of his head, the slight curl of his lips that speaks of unchecked power. But there’s something in the way his crimson eyes rest on you tonight. They’re unreadable, and yet, their intensity makes it impossible to look away.

He doesn’t speak immediately. He lets the silence stretch, lets it coil around you both like a predator toying with its prey. When he finally breaks it, his voice is smooth, deep, and cold enough to cut stone. “You know, this is beneath me,” he says, his tone casual, almost bored. But there’s a weight behind it, an edge that suggests something far more serious.

His eyes flicker, just briefly, to your expression, as if gauging your reaction without making it obvious. Then he steps closer, and the space between you seems to shrink under the gravity of his presence. “But I’m here, aren’t I?” he continues, his words measured, calculated. “If that doesn’t tell you enough, maybe you don’t deserve the effort.”

He doesn’t bother to explain himself, doesn’t offer any justification for the rare sight of him lowering himself to address you like this. But the unspoken hangs heavy between you—the memories of the lengths he’s gone for you, the blood he’s spilled, the way his wrath has spared no one except you.

“You can sulk, you can rage,” he says, his tone sharper now, though his expression remains unreadable. “But don’t think for a second you’ll find someone else who would dare cross me the way you have and live to tell about it.”

Sukuna takes a step back, crossing his arms, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as they lock onto yours. There’s no apology in his words—none that he’ll admit to, at least. But in the tautness of his jaw, in the way he hasn’t left, in the sheer fact that the King of Curses is even acknowledging your ire, there’s a silent message he won’t say aloud.

For a moment, his eyes flicker with something close to frustration, a brief slip that he quickly hides. He crosses his arms, his gaze narrowing in irritation. But there’s an unspoken hesitation in the way he waits for you to respond. His usual impenetrable mask falters slightly, and for a brief second, you catch the faintest glimmer of something… almost vulnerable.

“Tell me,” he suddenly asks, his tone harder now, but there’s an edge of something more petty buried in the words, like a child not getting their way. “What exactly did I do wrong? What’s so unforgivable that I’m here, standing like a fool?” His voice has taken on an unexpected, almost whiny quality toward the end, like he’s trying to hold onto his dignity but can’t quite keep the frustration from seeping through.

His arms drop to his sides, the tension in his posture increasing, his eyes burning into yours, as if daring you to offer an answer that would let him off the hook. But even though he’s trying to maintain his usual cold exterior, his patience is wearing thin, and the subtle flicker of his irritation becomes clearer. He won’t admit it outright, but for once, Sukuna seems to care—at least, enough to make this effort.

You know Sukuna better than most, don't you? You've seen glimpses behind that arrogant facade, the rare moments when he lets his guard down. And maybe, just maybe, that's why you're angry now. Because he's shown you enough to make you crave more, to make you believe that there's something real beneath all the cruelty and sadism.

But he's still Sukuna, the relentless, ruthless force of nature. And he's standing here now, awaiting your response, his patience wearing thin.

So you put him out of his misery.

"You want to know what you did wrong?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly but never losing that underlying strength. "You betrayed me, Sukuna. You betrayed my trust, my feelings..." Your voice cracks, just a little, but you push on. "You treated me like a toy, a plaything, something for you to use and discard as you saw fit."

You step closer, until you're standing right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact, but you don't back down. "I'm not just your favorite concubine, Sukuna. I'm not a prize to be won or a possession to be claimed." Your voice is low, intense, filled with a raw, honest emotion that even Sukuna can't ignore.

"And this..." You gesture around at the opulent room, the lavish mansion that surrounds you both. "This isn't enough! Throwing money at a problem doesn't make it go away."

His eyes narrow as the concubine speaks, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly at the raw emotion in your voice. He listens, really listens, in a way that's rare for the man who sees most people as beneath him. When you finish, he's silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"You think I don't know that?" he asks finally, his voice low and rough with an emotion he rarely allows himself to feel. "You think I don't see the way you look at me, like I'm a monster, a beast that can't be tamed?" He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the single tear that escapes down your soft skin.

Sukuna's eyes search yours, his gaze intense and consuming. "I'm not a good man, angel. I've done things, terrible things, that you can't even begin to imagine." His voice is low, almost a whisper, and there's a hint of something almost like vulnerability in his tone. "But with you... with you, it's different."

His other hand comes up to cup your other cheek, cradling your face in his large hands.

"I'm... I apologise, my dear. I was merely trying to protect you from myself."

You lean into his touch, despite your anger and hurt, finding a strange comfort in the warmth of his palms against your cheeks. You look up at him, your faces close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Protect me?" you ask softly, a hint of a sad, incredulous laugh in your voice. "By keeping me in the dark, by shutting me out and pushing me away?" You shake your head slightly, your hair brushing against his hands. "That's not protection, Sukuna. That's fear."

You reach up, your small hands covering his larger ones on your cheeks. You could pull them away, could push him back, but your doesn't. Instead, you hold them there, anchoring yourself to the man you've come to love.

Sukuna's eyes flicker with a complexity of emotions he rarely allows himself to feel. His grip on your cheeks tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place as he grapples with your words. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, like he's forcing the words out through a clenched throat.

"You think you're ready? You think you can handle the darkness that follows me like a shadow?" There's a harsh edge to his tone, a challenge, but beneath it, a flicker of something almost like fear. Fear of your rejection, of losing the one person who sees beyond the monster to the man beneath.

His thumbs brush over the soft skin of your cheeks, a gesture almost reverent in its gentleness. "I've seen the world burn, angel. I've watched innocent lives be torn apart, all for the sick amusement of lesser beings than myself." His jaw clenches, his eyes hardening at the memories.

"But with you... with you, it's different." He leans in closer, until your foreheads are almost touching, until you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips as he speaks again. "You make me want to be better, to try to be worthy of the faith you have in me." He closes his eyes, just for a moment, a rare show of vulnerability. "But I don't know if I can be, beautiful. I don't know if I'm strong enough to protect you from the darkness in me."

Your heart races as he leans in closer, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, can see the turmoil swirling in his crimson eyes. It would be easy to get lost in those eyes, to let them consume you, but you know you have to stay strong. For both of them.

You reach up, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over the small scar just below his eye. It's a gesture of comfort, of understanding, and perhaps a silent promise. Your voice is soft but filled with conviction as you speak.

"Sukuna, listen to me. I'm not asking you to be perfect." You take a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. "I'm asking you to be honest, to trust me with the truth of who you are. The good, the bad, and everything in between." You lean in closer, until your lips are a mere breath away from his.

"I love you, Sukuna. All of you."

Sukuna's eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your words, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing over his face. He's not used to such open, unconditional acceptance. In a world of fear and hatred, your love is a foreign language, one he's struggling to understand but desperate to learn.

He squeezes your hand, his calloused fingers engulfing your softer ones, as if trying to anchor himself to you in the storm of emotions you've stirred up. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, but there's a new softness to it, a gentleness he's never allowed himself to express before.

"I... I love you too, angel." The words feel foreign on his tongue, clumsy and awkward, but no less true for their awkwardness. "I don't know if I deserve it, but... I'm going to try. I'll try to be the man you think I can be." He leans in, closing the scant distance between them to capture your lips in a kiss that's filled with all the pent-up passion and longing he's kept hidden for so long.

As he kisses you, his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his hard, muscular body. He pours everything he's feeling into that kiss - his fear, his love, his desperate hope for a future he never dared to dream of before. And he knows, with a bone-deep certainty, that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

Because in the end, it's not about being perfect. It's about being strong enough to love, flaws and all. And Sukuna, for the first time in his long, bloody life, feels like he might just be strong enough for that.

Strong enough for you.

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