#thermite x fuze

[solari-writes-things]

If you wish to put in a request, feel free to inbox me here! Be sure to read the rules before sending anything in, and I hope you enjoy what I've come up with! // masterlist.

[ 🔑 ] [rq] requested :|: [hc] headcanons :|: [os] one shot :|: [mb] moodboard :|: 💔 angst :|: 🌶️ NSFW :|: 🎃 halloween :|: 🎄 christmas

⇨ D O M I N I C B R U N S M E I E R || bandit

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[os] reunion [rq]

⇨ S É B A S T I E N C Ô T É || buck

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ G U S T A V E K A T E B || doc

[os - 💔] outbreak [rq] - male reader

⇨ E M I L S V E N S S O N || fenrir

[hc] dating [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet A-G [rq]

⇨ S H U H R A T K E S S I K B A Y E V || fuze

[hc] sweet thoughts [rq]

[os] company [rq] - female oc

⇨ T I M U R G L A Z K O V || glaz

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc] dating [rq]

[os - 🎃] paint [rq]

[os] artist's touch [rq]

⇨ M A R I U S S T R E I C H E R || jäger

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ M A X I M B A S U D A || kapkan

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] dating [rq]

[os] inquiry [rq]

[os] shock [rq]

⇨ O L I V I E R F L A M E N T || lion

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

⇨ E R I K T H O R N E || maverick

[os] happenstance [rq]

⇨ M A R K C H A N D A R || mute

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

⇨ A L E X S A N D R S E N A V I E V || tachanka

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc - 🌶️] spicy thoughts [rq]

[os] welcome surprises [rq] - nsfw-ish?

[os] visitation [rq] - reader insert

[os - 🎃] costume change [rq]

⇨ J O R D A N T R A C E || thermite

[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]

[hc] alphabet [rq]

[hc] asking for a date [rq] - recruit reader

[os] acceptance [rq]

[os] emotions [rq]

⇨ C H U L K Y U N G H W A || vigil

[hc - 💔] compromised [rq] - male reader

[itsohh]

Ye know what would also be cool in rainbow 6? an attacking operator with an EMP-pulse generator backpack, with only 2 charges… and maybe have it tern off near-by drones. or how about a defender that can use some sort of sound making device to fake footsteps and gunshots? or how about an operator that can place a device that when an enemy walks by it the adversary gets sticked with a trackering chip that every 1.55s relays where the sticked foe is? or how 'bout an operator that can "borrow" fallen teammate's gadgets? or an operator with x-ray Polaroid, only pics not track. just ping of where were not now, but then. (i'm the greasy!hibana!anon)

Hmm

EMP-pulse generator backpack

This ones actually pretty similar to Dokkaebi when you think about it. Her ability does prevent all defenders from looking at any cameras for a limited time and then she also has impact emp's aswell.

Fake footsteps and gunshots

I actually really like this idea, I recall thinking about something like that a long time ago but I don't think I ever published that work. I've always been fasinated with sound in the game because of how much it relies on it. I think it would have the most amount of use for an attack and if it was a throwable or a placible which you could activate at a distance.

You can sort of do the same with manaully detonated abilties such as Fuze charges, Thermite breaches or Ram but the idea of having fake footsteps / gunfire is really cool. They have them in COD and their called 'decoy grenade' and I won't lie they have gotten me a couple of times. But in a game like r6s I don't think they would be able to balance it, it would be too op.

A trackering chip

This is just like... Jackal or Alibi or Grim really.

Borrow fallen teammate's gadgets

I'm not going to lie, I recon that we should be able to do this kinda normally. Or at least I wish that any op could shoot Maestro cameras. Like he has a completely normal phone like everyone else, it makes no sense why no one else could use it. You could theoritcally do this as Mozzie if you capture a Brava Kludge then use that to retake abilities. Ultimately I think it would be a little underwelming for one entire operator to have that. Like they would be reliant on the rest of your team and they don't exactly bring anything to the table? They would certainly have to have really fucking good guns- be a Warden/Vigil situation perhaps.

X-ray Polaroid

I mean...Jackal? Like yes he tracks but also it does just show everyones footsteps. I mean theres a lot of operators who give real time intel, I'm not sure how much use an old intel operator would work especially with the current state of the game. Rushing kinda is op these days which is a shame how frag focused it is compaired how it used to be so ability focused.

[simonxriley]

Rate these ships: Thermite/Fuze and Twitch/Caveira. Aaand Glaz/Kapkan, if you don't mind 😅

Thank you!!!

Send Me a Ship and I’ll Rate it

Thermite x Fuze

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP |

This ship grew on me, but after some thinking I could definitely see it working out. 

Twitch x Caveira

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP |

I think I would be more into the ship if I was more involved or interested in the operators. But isn’t it canon? Because I thought they did in Ghost Recon or was I wrong?

Glaz x Kapkan

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP |

Glaz and Kapkan was one of the first ships I had when I joined the fandom and it was actually because of you. You were one of the first blogs I followed when I got into the fandom because you had all the good Spetsnaz stuff, then I read your small fic Cabin Fever and the ship sailed. 

[dy5t-0p14]

R6 and task force 141 boys reactions to an s/o with thicc thighs

Request: no

Pairings: r6 boys x reader (separate relationships) & task force 141 x reader (separate relationships)

GIGN

Rook: he will literally kiss the shit out of them

Doc: will ask you to put thigh highs on

Montagne: they will be his new pillows from now on

GSG9

Jäger: poke poke poke poke

Bandit: same as Montagne they'll be his new pillows

Blitz: “please choke me with them”

SAS

sledge: his new stress ball

Thatcher: will squish them when relaxing with you

Mute: will lay in between your thigh when relaxing so he can feel them against his head

Smoke: same as rook will kiss the shit out of them

FBI SWAT

Thermite: “damn they big as fuck…..not complaining though”

Castle: “if it was illegal to have thighs as big as yours I’d have to arrest you”

Pulse: Double takes whenever he sees them

Spetsnaz

glaz: constantly think about them

Fuze: same as bandit and montagne new pillows

Kapkan: like doc he will ask you to wear thigh highs

Tachanka: he want's to have a meeting with god when he sees them please just choke him

Task force 141

captain price: hugs them

Soap: squishes them

Ghost: takes pictures to save it

Roach: “GLORY GLORY WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE”

[ask-team-rainbow]

Who of you, that doesn't have children, would love to have children?

“I’d like to have kids in the near future!”

-Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

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“I really want to have a daughter more than anything in the world. I want to raise her around the wonderful people I’ve met through Rainbow. She could learn so much~”

-Elena “Mira” Alvarez

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“Hell yeah I want kids! Maybe when I retire from Rainbow though, because being part of the military life and having a family can be stressful, especially when they can’t be with you on your deployments. I don’t want to have to leave them every few weeks or months. I want to enjoy every moment of their life.”

-Jordan “Thermite” Trace

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“We both want to have kids eventually. Though we both decided we’re going to wait it out and see how our careers go with Rainbow before we make any life changing decisions.”

-Jack “Pulse” Estrada and Yumiko “Hibana” Imagawa

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//Special thanks to @dimethief and @crypticghosts for aiding with this ask!! I was stumped for a bit but they helped me reach a conclusion on who to respond with.

[vampsquerade]

Requests Rules (Current Status: Open)

Characters Per Request for headcanons: Maximum of 2.

Characters Per Story: Maximum of 4 (all characters will be partners with the reader; exceptions can and will be made if i like it enough).

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Requests are now open for a short time! Please just read my rules and request accordingly!

Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

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Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!

[jollybone]

wip title game

Tagged by @derelictheretic thenk you :)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

uhm. well- I got a lot- some I will probs never finish and also some I already showed the last time

-no touchy -kis -save me -FCND x hangover -faith Josh lol -Jo -Van pls -I don’t even know lil -pineapple -dem russians -sad boi -sry Mr. Handsome -sad Vin -Theo -chernobylite doodles -big boy -:) -heh -oh god fuze -kapcav -rip thermite -him face -flawless

tagging whoever whant to do it

[elliewan]

I'm curious about some of your WIP names, what can you tell us about RM_Aquarium and GlK_Trava_y_doma? ALSO, do I spy a merman AU for Ace/Thermite (AT_Merman_Exploring)? 😄

Haha thank you for your interest :DDD

Sooo RM_Aquarium is in fact a several months old Rook/Montagne wip. It’s an Aquarium/Aquariologist AU based on a true story. I’m a huge fan of aquariums (tho I’m still not sure if it’s really ethical…) and I’ve seen a very interesting documentary about an aquarium, and decided to use this story as a fanfic background plot :)

The fic is 30% written, the other 70% being bullet points or rough unpunctuated paragraphs, but I needed to go back to the Trocadéro Aquarium in Paris for some parts and… long story short, Covid is still there haha. Also, I’ve a bit ended my Rook/Montagne cycle lately, so it’s not easy to find the spark again, but I’m still confident it’ll see the light some day because the base is quite sturdy and entertaining to write, perhaps it’ll be a bit different or with another ship, though it’s a very “French” story xD

What I can say for now, is that Rook is an aquariologist from Saint-Malo’s Aquarium who moves to Paris, to work at the Trocadéro Aquarium (both are real aquariums) where Montagne, and a good amount of other European operators work, such as Lion, Doc, Twitch, Jackal (he’s a jellyfish specialist haha) etc. The fic’s main themes are aquariums (lol), the city of Paris, age difference, sea life beauty and Water. It’s quite romantic/rosy haha

There’s no extract I can share because it’s either too linked to the context, or too spoilery haha

GlK_Trava_y_doma is my Glazkan Space AU that doesn’t let me write it! XD The plot is there, the research is done, structure is good. It’s inspired a lot from the Salyut-7 rescue mission and the STS-103, in a modern setting. It’s also more “serious” regarding homophobia, toxic masculinity, Russian and Soviet human spaceflight history etc. but it’s more for the background than to create angsty events. There’ll be enough stressful situations xD It’s also one of the rare fics where I think I’m happy with Fuze’s way of talking and acting. He’s not part of the cosmonaut crew, but he’s a spaceflight specialist and engineer who’ll be their capcom, and he has a unique friendship with Kapkan.

+ Trava y doma will probably remain as a title, because the song fits in many parts.

Here’s an extract from the beginning (roughly translated):

Shuhrat nodded, and remained silent for a few moments, just smoking and puffing the smoke skywards. Watching the buildings of the complex from their forbidden stairs and the people moving below. Moving equipment, crates, tourists visiting the Star City. He took one last drag and finally said:

"I have a bad feeling. I think something happened up there."

"On the ISS?” Maxim asked with a frown. "I didn't hear anything about it, and they can’t hide stuff like that even here.”

"I'm not talking about the ISS," Shuhrat replied as he crushed his cigarette and put its butt in his portable ashtray, before lighting a second one, "I'm talking about higher up."

“There’s no human spaceflight higher up.”

“That’s the thing.”

 And aaaaah this AT_Merman_Exploring XD It’s 70% written but I’m still unhappy somehow. Though it’s meant to be light-hearted Fluff and Humor, I think the tone is too light-hearted and it’s a bit weird and lacking some beats at the moment. I think I need to put a tiny bit of angst here and there to add more rhythm and spices. I also need to do more research on some disabilities that are depicted in the story, and that I’m not familiar enough with. I have found very good resources from disabled queer influencers though, so it should be ok 😊

The plot basically is: Ace is a YouTuber/streamer who lives peacefully alone in his home until ofc he finds an injured unconscious stranger on his doorstep. And now he has to live with a grumpy merman Thermite as a roommate x)

So yeah, I think that pretty much sums it up haha I hope it was enticing :’D Thank you for asking ❤️

[r6s-imagines]

9 & 10 again with Maverick? I love all your stories. They are so great!💕

i would give a lil smooch to maverick tbh

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maverick x reader >> minor slip-up

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MASTERLIST

warnings: cursing, spooks

prompts:

#9: “just trust me and don’t scream.”

#10: “why are you awake? and in my bed?”

you can find the prompt list here

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summary: an awful night leaves to a peculiar morning

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to say you were having a shitty day would be an understatement.

you had an uncommon lunch break, setting your meal schedule back to nine thirty. opening your bag, you found it to be empty, realizing you left your lunch on the counter. the only ones in the mess hall had been caveira and fuze, and you dared to not confront them and ask for a spare snack.

mira called you into the lab to examine your gear shortly after, and through your frustration and impatience you managed to snap your gadget in half. the director called you into her office for a stern talking-to, leaving you embarrassed.

thermite reminded you of a meeting, which you promptly missed the opening, where you had to speak about the expenses of rainbow. unbeknownst to you, throughout your entire speech, you had a piece of granola in your teeth. nothing will ever top the mortification you felt when maverick himself raised his hand to alert you in front of thirty or so other operators.

maverick was someone you looked up to, someone you could admire from afar but panic up close. your heart fluttered every time he’d open a breaching torch hole just for you to peek through or when he’d give you some advice post-mission. you weren’t sure if he genuinely cared for you or if it was his work instincts taking over, but more often than not you’d wonder what it would be like to spend a night with him and have him by your bedside.

regardless of your hopes, before noon, you managed to forget your lunch, fail the gear exam and make a fool of yourself during a debriefing. all you wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep your duties away. the afternoon was spent with you angrily stomping across the base floor, desperate to find something to take your mind off of your fuck-ups. at one dreadful point you found yourself fixing a drink or two, slamming it down your throat if it meant you couldn’t feel anything for the next few hours.

passerby insisted you stopped before you collapsed, but you waved them off until long past midnight. if someone asked for your name, you’d giggle. this mindset was in your favor when you struggled to recall the location of your room, and you traced your fingers against the wall until you found the quarters that seemed vaguely familiar to you through your sleepy eyes and wobbly horizon. you were careful to avoid causing a scene, slinking into your sheets and sighing into the warmth of your blankets.

aren’t these supposed to be colder? you asked yourself, pulling the blanket closer. they smell different, too. it’s probably the alcohol.

your eyes fluttered shut, sleep taking you quickly.

your dreams were empty, a black void followed by a groggy morning. surprisingly, your nausea could wait as you stretched under the linens, flexing your toes and feeling your back snap. as you let out a moan feeling your muscles unbind themselves, your foot grazed something warm. pausing, you did it again, this time checking under the blankets for the source.

is that a foot?

if you weren’t hungover, you’d jump up and shout, but your mind was too fuzzy and oddly content with the surprise find. your eyes trailed beyond the foot, past the knee and to—

that’s a dude.

that’s most certainly, positively, a dude.

his front was facing you, giving you a not-so-flattering view of his boxers. your face burned, unable to tear your gaze away from the unfortunate situation. was this someone you know? did you go out and make yourself a new friend under your intoxication? whoever this was, it was going to be hard explaining the problem.

finally, you looked up to the parts of the man that were above the blanket. his arms, tucked under his pillow, concealed most of his face but you knew from the getgo that he was blond and built as shit. what you failed to notice was that his eye was trained on you, analyzing every move silently. you inspected his features, feeling a sense of familiarity. staring at the ceiling, you played the guessing game.

lion? he has dignity, you guessed to yourself. bandit? my standards aren’t that low... mozzie? he wouldn’t, he’s mar—

“good morning.”

you jumped out of your skin, ready to pull a knife from the fear. the voice was gravelly, and he groaned as the bed creaked. as the man’s arms moved, a tattoo flashed before your eyes. your heart dropped.

you’ve got to be joking.

“thorn?” you asked in complete disbelief, sitting up. “why are you awake? and in my bed?”

“just... trust me, and don’t scream,” he responded, scratching his chin. “this isn’t your bed.”

out of all things you’d hoped him to say, that must have been one of the last. how could you have just fallen asleep with your crush beside you? did he know you were there before? why did you two have to have rooms beside each other???

“how did i...?” you covered your face, hiding an awful blush. “did we—“

“no,” he interjected flatly.

“why didn’t you kick me out?”

“i didn’t want to wake you up... and... it felt quite nice to not be alone.”

what did you take that’s making you hallucinate this? there’s no way this is the same erik thorn as the quiet, analytical man you’d fallen for. you surely weren’t complaining about the sudden confession, but confusion was likely the better phrasing. he continued his recollection of the previous night.

“just as i was falling asleep, you stumbled in and got under the covers. you looked like you’ve had a day, so i didn’t say anything.”

he paused, biting his lower lip. it was clear he was withholding information. finally, he opened his mouth, smiling ever so slightly.

“you’re affectionate when you’re asleep.”

if you wanted to throw up before, now you wished you were wrung inside out. you stopped for a moment, thinking. erik let you sleep and cuddle him in his own room?

he wordlessly arose, climbing over you with grace and flexing his shoulders, back muscles twitching as you watched in awe. he donned a tight-fitting t-shirt and you had to hold yourself back from whining as he covered himself.

“i’ve seen the way you look at me.”

oh, god, please no. any other time but now. instinctively, you stood up straight and wrapped yourself in his blankets, daring yourself to take in his scent.

“what do you mean?” you tested the water, fighting incoming tears.

“i know how you feel about me.”

you folded your lips into your mouth, biting down.

“i, uh...” he turned towards you slightly so you could see his profile. his ears were noticeably red. “i feel the same.” just as he zipped up a light jacket, he met your eyes, the smallest smile on his features. “i’m not very good at this, but...”

“it’s okay,” you whispered, grinning. “it’s okay.”

“if you, erm... ever need a place to stay again...” he waved a hand to his bed, where you still remained. “i’m open.”

“thank you, thorn,” you never once said his first name in front of him, afraid to make things too personal without meaning to.

“erik. please.”

how can he be so composed yet unravel when it came to feelings?

maybe that’s just what you do to him.

he’s a strange one.

[fuzed-hostage]

RainbowSix l Siege

The Fuze v. Hostage conundrum and how mistakes are made. Here are the thoughts contained within the mind of the tinkering Spetsnaz operator and his observations of those that judge him.

Rating: G [Contains mild swearing] / Implied Fuze x Blitz Word Count: 1,334

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     Some people claim that the Shuhrat Kessikbayev has no empathy for the plight of a hostage helpless in the face of their terrorist captors. They say he intentionally endangers the poor soul the moment he joins a rescue party. That’s the thing, Fuze never intends to cause harm to the innocent victim of such cruel human beings, those monsters that snicker and snarl from their corners peeking for the right moment to take off the head of a would be hero. No, not Shuhrat, never Shuhrat. What would he gain for taking a life and driving their mission into utter, unforgivable, failure?

     They stare at him, you know, his supposed teammates. Ash and Thatcher, Twitch too. Never Blitz though, not a single word or accusatory glance that is should not be sent Shuhrat’s way so early on in the selection phase. Maybe it is because they both carry a riot shield, as ridiculous as that may sound, but he’s a simple man that doesn’t feel the need to seek confirmation. They work well together and that’s all that matters to Spetsnaz operator.

     When he’s pushed and pulled to the various boarded up windows or doors, a conundrum begins. The hostage is contained within a room that has various obstacles in the way, cover, and sometimes even additional hallways or sub-rooms branching out from it. What might seem like a great place to release a cluster charge quickly becomes chaos as a grenade bounces off the wrong thing and rolls too close to the one person he does not want to kill. Sometimes a terrorist is in the way and it is an accident, other times someone requests a charge be placed. Either way, the risk being calculated is often done by someone who isn’t good at math.

     Kapkan would argue that his comrade isn’t to be blamed as his traps could very well kill a friendly operator or a ‘keep alive at all costs’ target. While he can appreciate his friend sticking up for him, the logic behind the statement is flawed. Doorways that are trapped can be marked and will lie in wait for their prey, where as Fuze’s cluster charges play a more direct and active role. He does not lurk, he does not hunt, he blows shit up.

     There were a couple of times fellow Rainbow operators were injured by a cluster charge despite how loudly Shuhrat announced the setup and delayed the deployment. Sometimes they saw him, sometimes not, but accidents happened regardless. He learned very quickly that apologizing only caused more trouble and Doc didn’t need that on top of his patient’s wounds and behavior. Only once did Kateb appear directly mad at him and he counts that as a blessing.

     Sometimes Jäger helped in testing new versions of his device to further improve its effectiveness. Much like Blitz, it felt as though they were on neutral ground and there have never been any issues between them. Fuze would either say his name while they were within earshot or he’d tap the pilot on his shoulder and off they’d go. He liked it that way, the understanding of what either of them wanted and what needed to be done. Jäger talked a little to much but he didn’t mind and responded when need be.

     On the rare occasion Montagne requested his help, it was to test the limits of a new riot shield verses a breaching charge placed on a boarded up door. He’d position himself where he believed the shield was on the cusp of failing and Rook would watch from afar. He had provided ballistic plating to the two operators conducting the test as a precaution and Doc was almost always on hand. Actually, it was rather strange when he wasn’t there muttering to himself about how crazy this was or how quickly he might have to descend onto the scenario room floor.

     Back to the issues with hostage situations though, the bane of Fuze’s existence and constant questioning as to why he was picked for those missions. His expertise was better suited for clearing an area of hostiles, creating an opportunity to breach, or simply wiping out an entire room of whatever the fuck was inside. If there was a chemical container, the rooms around it, behind it, and in front of it were heavily reinforced and manned. That was Shuhrat’s playground, much like defusing bomb situations. He could make them, reverse engineer them, and get rid of them with a fair amount of ease.

     So why was he selected for a target rescue or capture mission? With all of his gear, Fuze was typically the slowest member of the team unless Montagne came along. There were others too but his gadget, his pride and joy, didn’t care whether or not friend or foe was met with shrapnel to the face. If they simply wanted him for breaching charges, there were other operators familiar with how they worked and where to place them for optimal use. None of it made sense and he hated the looks he got when he sat down on in the transport vehicle.

     Thermite had potential to make a hostage situation go downhill, though he’s never heard of it happening. Burning through reinforced walls and blowing them up could cause some serious problems if the rescue / capture target was too close. For some reason they were always placed dead center of the room though. Probably as bait or to make the attacking crew’s life Hell. Sledge didn’t have to worry much unless his momentum kept carrying him forward and fate decided it was time for an incredibly strange, one of a kind, fuck up. He’d like to see that, in all honesty, the SAS member beaning the hostage upside the head with his sledgehammer. Then maybe Fuze could slip under the radar for a little while.

    Six never gave him a straightforward answer or some kind of vague reasoning when asked about Fuze’s plight. He only said that there was a method to the madness and wouldn’t elaborate. It was almost as if there was some kind of magical plan concocted in his head that he knew to be Shuhrat’s destiny but it kept going wrong. Unless, of course, each failure and near miss was supposed to happen. Showing the terrorists that they didn’t care all that much about innocent life might make them rethink fighting back but it also could have the opposite effect of execution of the hostage with reinforcements in bound.

     None of it made sense and he kept losing sleep drafting scenarios in a small blue journal with a pencil that didn’t have much of an eraser left. No one knew about it and Fuze wanted to keep it that way. He would discover the answer through repetition and problem solving. After all, with how much training he’s undertaken and surpassed, why couldn’t he?

     One day he was sitting alone the mess hall with his journal, scribbling away and picking at charge placements when Blitz crossed into his peripheral view. The jerk of his hands and stumble to hide the drawings, his notes, was painfully obvious but that did not deter the German. He simply apologized for startling Shuhrat, which he didn’t think possible, asked if he could sit down. Now why would Elias want to sit at his table when the entire room was filled with empty tables?

           “Just thought I’d ask if you want to talk tactics.”                  “. . . . .”             “Cluster charge placement and my G Fifty-Two.”                  “Okay.”

     His expression held no deceit and all Shuhrat could do was smile as the journal was offered and taken from him. They’d spend hours like this, going back and forth, crossing out debunked ideas, doodling potential modifications. When it came time to part ways, a simple Danke was spoken by Fuze himself. He hoped they could do this again sometime and maybe he wouldn’t feel so bad about being picked on the next rescue mission.

[r6shippingdelivery]

Congratulations, I now ship Pulse x Warden and there's no fanfiction for them. Look what you've done, I'm SUFFERING!

Oh no, I’m not sorry for inflicting this suffering on you! Now imagine this:

For Pulse’s birthday, he disappears for the night, and when next day Thermite asks him if he had a special birthday present, Pulse just starts telling him about that nice restaurant Warden showed him, and did you know he’s friends with the chef? These glasses? Oh yes, a gift from Warden. Yeah, they’re a bit expensive, but he didn’t accept an “I can’t” for an answer, insisted they were my birthday gift. And then Thermite is squinting at Pulse, and complains that Pulse never told him he was dating Warden, how dare he, Thermite told everyone when he started to date Fuze! Pulse insists they aren’t dating, but now the seed of doubt is there, and next time Warden brings him to another lovely little restaurant, Pulse remembers that conversation and starts sweating because, what if it is a date?? Is Warden interested in him?! His hearbeat goes crazy every time Warden touches him briefly, and Pulse has to admit: he is the one interested in Warden, yup. 

[martin-jowd-cykes]

Things that are canon in Rainbow Six: Siege

The word on Tachanka’s ballistic shield, “Лорд” (pronounced: lort), is the Russian word for “Lord.”

Valkyrie was in training to become an Olympic swimmer, until her arm was broken in a car accident.

Mute thinks Vigil is “Too quiet.”

Ying believes that Fuze has a disregard for civilian lives. This led to an altercation, which was broken up by Ash.

Castle can speak English, Latin, Spanish, and Korean.

Ying and Echo were in a romantic relationship for a year. In their break-up, Ying broke Echo’s drone.

Due to their collaboration, Echo has a friendly rivalry with Dokkaebi. Echo is the only operator who is not affected by Dokkaebi’s hacking.

Dokkaebi’s given name, Grace, is a reference to American actress Grace Kelly.

Doc monitors Finka’s condition.

Capitão lost his eye when he was taken hostage.

The only member of Team Rainbow that Vigil trusts enough to confide in is Blackbeard, his former trainer.

Zofia is a mother.

Zofia and Ela have special lines if one kills another. The killer also gains 10 points to their score for “Sister Rivalry.”

Tachanka and Finka drink and flirt.

The X-KAIROS is the result of a collaboration between Thermite and Hibana.

Mira was the lead engineer for the development of Tachanka’s ballistic shield.

[dantesunbreaker]

Buck x Male!Reader

I’m going to have a small break from reader inserts after this because I have four commissions to be working on right now. Once those are done I will be back to filling my requests.

A fire crackles within the circle of meticulously piled rocks at the center of the makeshift campsite for the group of Rainbow Six operators. In total, there are thirteen of them all spread out throughout the small clearing. On one side of the fire all four male Russian operators sit on an overturned log, laughing boisterously as they throw back mugs full of vodka. To the far side, away from the fire, Thatcher, Smoke, and Sledge sit leaning over a table, all seemingly very invested in their game of cards. Jackal, Montagne, Thermite, and Castle all sit casually beside the fire as they converse amongst each other leaving Buck and Y/n to sit beside each other.

“Are you still cold?” Y/n’s Canadian lover chuckles, the corner of his mouth turning up in a teasing manner. Y/n shivers slightly, even beneath a thick winter coat and a blanket thrown over his shoulders, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

Having been born and raised in the city, Y/n has never been camping before, let alone out in the middle of the wilderness in this way. He doesn’t even have the same amount of experience as any of the other operators alongside him. Yet when Buck came to him with the news of an all male hunting trip with the other operators, he couldn’t refuse that sweet and hopeful face.

“Don’t give me that look. Yes, I am still cold,” Y/n frowns as he takes another sip of his drink, hoping it will help to keep him warm. Buck just smiles at the pouty expression. “I don’t often spend my nights out in the middle of the woods, so I’m not accustomed to getting so cold.”

“Worry not little one, I will keep you warm and safe,” the Canadian laughs at the expression Y/n makes upon being called little one. There is nothing little about him. But Buck only wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer to his body for extra warmth.

Across from the fire, Tachanka watches the lovers interact with a smile on his face. “What you need my friend is some vodka. Will keep you warm!” The Russian raises his mug in the air and gives a hearty laugh. Buck just shakes his head.

“Last thing that he needs is alcohol if he is feeling cold,” Y/n huffs in slight annoyance as Buck denies him the drink. “Although I would gladly take some if you are offering.” As much as Y/n would also like to partake in some social drinking, he would much rather stay warm and comfortable.

“Of course! Maxim, pour this man a drink!”

The trapper grins as he grabs an extra mug and fills it near to the brim with the clear alcohol and carries it around the fire to him. Fuze and Glaz sit back in their spots and watch happily, grins splitting their faces as they lean against each other.

“You must toughen up Y/n,” Kapkan chuckles as he hands the mug to Buck, and then turns and pauses to pat the other man’s shoulder. “It will only get colder the longer the night goes on.”

“And I will do my best to keep him warm!” Buck boasts with a playful wink, taking a large swig of his drink. The Russians cheer and laugh as they all settle back into their spots, quieting down when Thatcher grumpily tells them to keep it down so he can focus on kicking the other two British operators’ asses at cards. Y/n simply rolls his eyes and tries to absorb as much of Buck’s warmth as he can.

As the night goes on, it does in fact grow colder. Luckily Y/n manages to stay cozy and warm with a solid wall of Canadian muscle pressed up along his back as he sleeps. Yet something wakes Y/n from his slumber. He just isn’t sure what. Turning over, Y/n gazes to see if his lover has also been woken up by whatever has pulled him from his pleasant state. Buck is still snoring softly however with a blissful look on that dashing face.

Maybe he is just imagining things, or is perhaps just uneasy from the unfamiliar environment, and thus simply unable to stay asleep. Since he is already up, Y/n decides that he might also relieve himself so the urge to go does not wake him up again later. So he extracts himself from his lover’s arms without waking him and then slides on his boots. Armed with only a flashlight, Y/n steps out of the safety of the shared tent and towards the tree line. The cold, crisp air feels like a slap to the face that has his skin stinging. It is best to make this a quick trip. The sooner he can get back into the tent, back into the warm and loving arms of his lover the better.

Quickly finishing his business, Y/n goes to  walk back into the clearing, but pauses just inside the circling trees. Something tells him this is exactly what woke him. Lumbering through the center of their campsite is the largest brown bear he has ever seen. In that moment he is glad that he went to the bathroom first, otherwise there would be a mess in his pants.

Luckily, it does not seem that the bear has seen Y/n at all. So, despite his utter fear and terror, Y/n slowly inches his way back over to his tent while never turning his back on the creature. Buck will know what to do. He will keep him safe. So Y/n manages to find himself awkwardly maneuvering his way back into the tent with his gaze still locked on bear. Then he tries to zip it closed as quietly as possible before turning to the still peacefully sleeping Canadian.

“Sébastien, wake up!” Y/n speaks in little over a whisper as he desperately shakes the other man by the shoulder. At this point he wishes that he never agreed to come on this trip. Nobody said anything about there being bears. “Please, Sébastien!”

“Y/n? What time is it? Why are you up? What is going on?” the other man finally cracks his eyes open, but he is clearly still tired and a bit confused. From looking around the tent he can easily tell that it is still the middle of the night.

Just as Y/n opens his mouth to speak again both males hear the sound of the of the beast trailing closer to them. There is barely enough light from the moon to create the shadow of the large beast passing their tent. Instantly Buck is sitting up on high alert, ready for action. It isn’t his first bear encounter, and he is willing to make damn sure it isn’t his last. Y/n bites his lip as he shuffles across the tent to hide behind his lover, pressing up against his back and watching the silhouette of the bear move across their campsite.

“Did the bear see you? Could you see what it was doing?” Buck asks in a near whisper as he reaches across the tent to grab his gun as well as a large canister that looks almost like pepper spray. Y/n shakes his head in response. “Here, this is bear spray. Only use it if and when I tell you to. Got it?”

Several minutes pass of them sitting there, waiting for either the bear to leave or for it to make a sudden move towards them. But it doesn’t attack. It circles the entire campsite, searching every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned. Several times it brushes up against the fabric of their tent, and Y/n has to bite back a whimper.

“I’m scared,” Y/n is terrified that if he speaks, the bear will hear him and come after them, but he needs the comfort of his lover’s voice. He desperately clenches handfuls of the other man’s shirt as he tries to keep himself calm. “What are we supposed to do?”

Buck adjusts his hold on the gun, turning so that he can wrap his other arm around Y/n and pull him to his chest. “It will be alright, Y/n, I will keep you safe,” he presses a kiss to the top of his head to punctuate his words. “We must wait. Most likely the bear will lose interest and wander back off. If not, that is what the gun and bear spray are for. But no matter what, I will not let it hurt you.” The Canadian looks directly into Y/n’s eyes as he says those words, and Y/n knows that he is one hundred percent serious.

True to Buck’s words, the bear wanders the clearing for another fifteen minutes or so before it grows disinterested and walks back into the trees. Only then does Y/n sigh and allow himself to relax once more. Buck gives a breathless chuckle as he sets his gun back down and takes the bear spray back.

“Are you alright?” Buck watches his lover with a great deal of concern on his features before pulling Y/n against his chest and tucking his head beneath his chin.

“Yeah, I think so,” Y/n breathes after a few seconds. “Just a little spooked. Remind me not to go out alone again.” There is another chuckle from the Canadian as he slowly drags them back onto their bed pad, pulling off the other man’s boots before he throws the blankets back over them.

[simonxriley]

5 things for Thermite/Fuze please? And for Tachanka/Skylar (cause I'm curious what 5 things/moments you'll chose to represent them :D)

Thank you! :)

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you the first 5 things that come to mind when I think about it

Thermite/Fuze:

Late nights where Thermite walks sleepily into their room and crashes onto their bed, fully clothed after a long night of working on exothermic charges. Fuze mumbling something under his breath and takes him into his arms. 

The all night talks about their lost loved ones, where Thermite reminisces on old memories of his mom and sister and Fuze reminisces about his missing brother. The brother he hopes is still alive and out there somewhere. 

Thermite being adamant on making a certain Russian dish he’s seen Fuze make a hundred times, only to have Fuze jump in because he’s afraid he might butcher it. Thermite telling him over and over again that he’s got it and watched him over a dozen time, he knows what he’s doing. Fuze low-key doesn’t believe him and watches from a short distance.

The training sessions that turn from fun to competitive because Thermite thinks he can beat Fuze at sparring. 

The afternoons spent in the workshop, working on their gadgets side by side in peaceful bliss. Thermite’s hand resting on Fuze’s thigh, lingering a moment too long, making his pants feel a bit too tight. 

Tachanka/Skylar: 

Early mornings lounging in bed where Skylar is laying across his chest and the covers are lazily thrown over their bodies and Tachanka is playing with her hair. Talking about how’d they rather stay home, in a warm bed than go to work. 

Skylar singing along to the music she has playing in the background as she bakes and Tachanka is seated at the kitchen table watching her with a loving expression on his face. Him getting up to steal a kiss or two, tasting whatever it is she’s baking on her lips/tongue. 

The afternoons spend in the backyard playing with their kids and dog, hearing the laughter that fills the air. And the occasional crying because someone got a little too rough playing. 

The pure morning chaos where they’re both trying to scramble and get seven kids fed and ready for school. Tachanka making breakfast for all of them and Skylar waking them up and making sure they all have their teeth brushed before they leave. 

In the first decade, they never imagined they’d have eight kids and five animals. Their home is now filled with so much love, laughter and chaos, and even if there are days where they feel like tearing their hair out, they wouldn’t change it for the world. 

[incorrect-r6s-quotes]

Soon maybe could I get a Thermite x Hibana?

aight posted one, it’s how we envision their friendship :3c-mod fuze

[whatsinthecanister-blog]

If you want could you do a thermite x reader where reader confesses their feelings at a really bad time during an operation? Thank you

A HEARTS TIMING

(A/N: FINALLY I GOT ONE DONE!! SORRY FOR WAIT!)

“Jordan?” You whispered from where you were crouched in the bushes several hundred metres from a nearby cabin, the leaves rustling a little as you shifted closer to try and see the other operator from where he was hiding nearby.

Thermite made a shushing sound as he continued to operate his drone, the light from the screen reflecting off his helmet and goggles as his thumbs worked rapidly over the controls.

Two other shadows belonging to Hibana and Buck flitted to and from cover as they approached the cabin, Thermite silently marking any enemies he came across.

A soft curse informed you that the drone had been discovered and destroyed, giving you a little hope to get Thermite’s attention now. “Jordan, I gotta tell you something,” you whispered loudly, the American turning in his crouch to place a finger to your lips. “Wait.” He ordered, moving into a crouching run towards the cabin after Buck and Hibana, leaving you behind with your pounding heart and wide eyes.

“Seriously?” You muttered, taking off in the direction your companion had gone, sliding through the snow to come to a stop along the wall of the building beside Thermite, the American already beginning to rapple up the side.

Because you had been so distracted since your arrival on site, you hadn’t done much surveillance, spending most of your time trying to tell Thermite something important, so you had no idea which room the hostage was being held in. Thermite probably did, so it gave you a good excuse to follow him.

Stepping away from the wall, you removed the hook and wire from your belt, swinging it around as you aimed for the roof, finally releasing it to sail up into the night sky. A soft rattle sounded as it skittered down the roof shingles before coming to a complete stop.

You tugged on the rope a few times to ensure it was truly locked in place before beginning the climb, making your way up to the shadowy figure peering through a hole created in the window barricade.

“See anything?” You questioned softly as you drew up alongside Thermite, the American giving a shake of his head.

“Negative. I think it’s safe,” he responded.

You shifted to enter, but Thermite’s hand on your shoulder stopped you. “I’ll go first, (y/n),” he stated, boots set firmly on either side of the window before pushing off.

A flicker of movement through the hole in the barricade caught your eye and you frowned. “Jordan-“

The barricade was ripped down and a white-masked figure stood in the window, gun raised, just as Thermite’s booted feet crashed into his chest, sending the terrorist flying back out of sight as the American vanished through the window.

Scrambling to look inside, you caught sight of Thermite crouching on the ground behind a desk, fingers on the terrorist’s neck before he motioned for you to enter. “He’s down.”

You climbed through the window, attentively inspecting the tiny room as you did so, moving to crouch alongside Thermite. “Where to?” You asked, the american just silently motioning with one hand as he moved through the room at a crouch and out into the hall.

Following behind the older soldier you kept an eye on the hall behind you to ensure that no enemies could sneak up on Thermite’s back.

Bumping into Thermite, you muttered an apology, frowning when you realized he’d stopped. “What?” You questioned softly, the American silently motioning to the hall ahead of you, leading your gaze in that direction. Several shadows passed along the wall headed in your direction.

“Jordan, I gotta tell you something. I just want you to-”

You were unable to finish as a cylinder rolled to your feet, Thermite standing from his crouch in moments to grab you by the back of your jacket to jerk you aside.

White blinded your vision, ears ringing, as you absently found yourself crashing against a wall as gunfire rattled over the sound of shouting in a foreign language you didn’t understand.

Moments passed you waited, blinking rapidly as the white gave way to darkness, causing you to panic for a second. “I can’t see! What the-” you froze when you realized someone was *on top* of you, limbs tangled with a wall on either side indicating crammed quarters.

A hand covered your mouth when you opened it to ask what had happened, the sound of booted feet somewhere nearby leading you to close it again.

Minutes ticked by as the voices and footsteps gradually faded, the hand over your mouth removing itself now.

“What happened?” You whispered as Jordan shifted ever so slightly atop you. “Closet.” He answered softly, the sound of his voice so close to your ear sending a thrill of excitement down your spine.

Boots sounded outside the door again, thudding against the wood flooring as they rushed passed, followed by the sound of gunfire and a cry of pain.

“I know that this is a bad time,” you began, squirming a little to try and get out from under the American, grateful for the darkness that was concealing the gradual reddening of your cheeks. “But I need to tell you that I love you, Jordan. Before something bad happens.”

The silence made you feel the tiniest flicker of fear pass through you, heart clenching. OK maybe you should’ve waited for a better time.

Then Thermite spoke in a hushed tone, voice soft and the slightest bit amused. “Don’t forget to breath.” Then lips covered your own in a kiss. It was gentle and sweet, but nothing chaste about it as your hands found their way to Thermite’s jacket, gripping it tightly just as a gun erupted almost directly outside the door, startling you.

Pulling away, Thermite rolled onto his side to focus on the door, standing in moments as boots quietly approached.

Holding up a hand to you the American cracked open the door before opening it all the way to reveal Buck, the Canadian looking taken aback at your sudden appearance.

“Jordan? What’re you an’ (y/n) doin’ in there?” Buck questioned, looking back and forth between the two of you before a wry grin spread across his lips. “If I’d known you were playin’ seven minutes in heaven I’d have asked to join in, eh?”

You scowled as best you could while trying to hide the red creeping up your ears again, clearing your throat as you stepped out of the closet. “So where are we right now?” You asked.

Buck just continued grinning at you, eyebrows raised as he let you shift uncomfortably for a few moments before answering. “Hostiles have all been terminated, so we told Fuze he could come in now. Doc’s takin’ care of the hostage an’ making sure everything’s good there.” He answered. “So you still got time,” the Canadian added as he continued on his way down the hall, stepping over bodies as he went.

You looked everywhere except at the man still standing almost directly beside you, embarrassed and unsure of what to say now as an hand tapped against your chin, tilting your chin upwards so Thermite could steal another kiss.

“I love you.” The American murmured against your lips, allowing you to relax into the kiss, all your nervousness melting away, your heart surprisingly light now that you had voiced it’s feelings.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad time to have told Thermite your feelings. If something had happened and you’d remained silent, you never would’ve forgiven yourself. In the end, a heart’s timing was never wrong.