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shuttershocky · 2 months

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So what are your thoughts on the second AK x R6 Collab? Do you look forward to it?

Personally, I'm a little sad my boys Wamai, Jager, Glaz, etc didn't make the cut, nor any of the Nighthaven crew like Osa and Kali. This makes sense (HG's approach is basically isekaing the Rainbow crew into Arknights and passing them off as funny aliens in a world of animal people rather than using any Rainbow Six storylines, which is probably for the better), I'm just a little sad that among the new batch the only character I actually play often enough to call a main is Fuze.

That being said, I'm looking forward to it. Originium Dust was one of my favorite AK events, and I really liked how HG translated the R6 characters into its tower defense gameplay, they showed some real creativity along with a weirdly specific understanding of Siege memes (such as the Rainbow ops calling Tachanka, Lord Tachanka, which is not something that's canon to R6S that's an in-joke the players have because Tachanka is a terribly weak but beloved and fun character).

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What makes me confident they'll bring that same creativity to translating their FPS gameplay into Arknights is that they made Doc an Instructor Guard. Like, holy shit, it takes a great understanding of Siege to see a medic character whose special skill is that he heals people and then NOT make him a Medic in AK.

Do you know why Doc's an Instructor Guard despite being a medic? Because when you actually see a Doc in a match of R6 Siege, they don't sit behind their allies pumping them with heals every time they take damage. You only have limited healing darts, and you can heal people at full HP to overheal. No. When you're fighting a Doc, you see him grab a partner (usually Rook), jamming them full of heals while their health is full to overdose on their HP, then healing HIMSELF to overdose his HP, and then both of them run out of cover guns blazing to kill as many Attackers as they can before they are blown to hell.

HG understands that well enough that instead of making him a medic, they make him the Guard class that sits behind another unit, buffing them but also meant to do DPS. That's fantastic, I am completely sure someone at HG remains a dedicated Siege player to this day.

Plus, I do love that the Free units on both R6S events are notoriously terrible but fan-favorite characters. Before his rework in R6S, Tachanka sucked ass, and after his rework he still wasn't picked competitively all that much, but he HAD to be the star of the event because he's Lord Tachanka with an LMG that rips through everything and is incredibly satisfying to use. In the same vein, Fuze is infamous for LOSING more games for his team than winning, since his gadgets are bouncing cluster bombs that often kill his teammates, the hostage they're rescuing, or even himself sometimes while completely missing actual enemies. You pick this guy and it's halfway to a loss already, so you're either a god on Fuze, a madman, maybe both, and that's absolutely why he's the next free unit. Now all of AK can get to experience griefing themselves with Fuze RNG. Fuck yeah.

#Arknights

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kiruuuuu · 1 year

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Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 17✅

Not much time left now, a week and a day! This one is just a 'slightly confused, but they got the (romantic) spirit' fic that's Nighthaven-centric because I still adore them 😊 (Wamai/Ace, Rating M, fluff/sexual themes, ~2k words)

Ace discovers very quickly that Wamai can’t say no.

Not really.

He witnesses it in his early days at Nighthaven, when he’s still overwhelmed with the resources they have available, the outreach, the reputation, all the opportunities: Kali asks for a coffee and Wamai is on it. She demands an explanation and Wamai gets it for her. Dropping hints about firepower, and Wamai sets it in motion. At first, Ace believes it’s because of her position yet whenever Osa requests anything, the second-in-command jumps as well.

Never with the enthusiasm of a mindless golden retriever, never projecting the aura of someone desperate to be accepted, thirsting to be liked. Never out of self-interest, a calculated action working towards a higher goal. No, Wamai simply does it. Nods and gets on with it, as if his job description read ‘do stuff for people whenever they ask’ and he takes it serious to a point where he fulfils his role well without obsessing about it in his downtime.

Thinking about it, Wamai does most things that way, with a calm acceptance, always ready to crack a smile without contributing to the humour, efficient and attentive. It’s almost as if he’s a blank piece of paper and only comes alive when anyone writes on it.

So yeah, it doesn’t take long for Ace to fall into the same habit. Not quite as crassly as Kali and starting out small, like adding to a drink order when Wamai is already running, or asking him to perform some other task along the way. He’s careful not to make the other man take a detour of any kind, tries not to impose, but when all is executed without even the hint of a complaint or similar, he grows bolder. Until it becomes second nature, until he catches himself making the same demands of other people who look at him like he’s lost his mind.

Wamai helps him take photos for his blog, passes him his phone when he currently can’t reach, googles things for him he’s too lazy to look up, holds his backpack while he adjusts his clothes. Wamai explains all the folklore passed down through generations when asked, demonstrates how he prepares for long dives, recounts all the beautiful and terrifying experiences he’s had underwater, teaches Ace how to scuba dive. Wamai listens when he raves on about Norway and how he misses his family and friends, keeps him company after a harrowing mission and even trudges along to pubs despite not drinking anything.

So when Ace asks him, thoughts lazily trailing around his mind, limbs heavy with intoxication, eyes glued to the attractive body of his companion, when he asks him the one thing he’s secretly wondered about for the year they’ve known each other now, when he with his slurred words poses the question, he messes up. Because he phrases it as: “Do you want to sleep with me?”

And Wamai, stone-cold sober, probably still riding his high on the residual adrenaline in his veins, replies with: “Do you want me to?”

Not phrased as a request, it’s useless. Ace averts his eyes and mumbles a quiet forget it into his drink, fully expecting never to speak of this again or for Wamai to snitch and Kali never letting him live it down, or something. He should’ve asked differently, or come clean: he’s curious, he’s physically attracted, he’s lonely, he’s horny, he thinks they would be compatible. All of the above are applicable, he could’ve chosen any combination of them and used them as an introduction to a proper request. Or even order.

The next fifteen minutes are some of the worst of Ace’s life so far. Filled with despair over not wanting to make it awkward, he carries a conversation all by himself, babbling until even he has no idea what he’s on about, all the while micro-analysing the tiniest movements of Wamai’s body, looking for signs of discomfort or even interest and finding absolutely nothing. His brain is going haywire, attempting to salvage the situation somehow but uncertain what to do, and eventually he just downs his drink in one go and blurts out: “Yeah. I want you to sleep with me.”

To his utter and absolute amazement, Wamai just nods and says: “Sure.”

And good god, it’s awkward. Looking back, Ace identifies all of his mistakes, realises what he was trying to do, but in the moment, it’s just two people bumping into each other without apologising. He has endless preferences, about setting, the right way to make out, where and how to touch him and so on, projecting the same attitude onto Wamai and not accepting his I’m fine with anything as an answer. He tries so, so hard to get the other man to admit something, to fell any kind of decision while simultaneously making sure his own needs are met that it’s impossible to kill the mood – because there is none.

Part of him probably experiences guilt over feeling like he pressured Wamai into this, despite there being countless opportunities to refuse (but he wouldn’t, he never does, and knowing that does not help) and so he desperately wants him to enjoy it, not realising that Wamai is, in fact, enjoying it. Eventually, he settles on sucking him off while wanking himself to completion, the one option he can reconcile with his conscience, and he comes with Wamai brushing his hair back and calling him pretty.

Are they compatible? Who knows, Ace didn’t allow them a chance to find out.

Regardless, he fantasises about all the other things he wants to do with Wamai for a week or two until a stunning redhead walks into his DMs and he forgets about his other cravings for a while.

They don’t speak of it, Ace because he’s still deeply embarrassed, and Wamai possibly because it’s not a big deal to him. Like everything. He’s on a higher plane of existence somehow, Ace is growing more certain of this by the second, and he has no time to concern himself with petty incidents.

Still, Wamai agrees the second time he asks, just as easily as the first.

It’s a bodyguard gig, those are the most tiring because it switches between requiring full focus and downtime with absolutely nothing to do. Ace has already scoured all available dating apps and developed option paralysis until he realises there’s a low-effort alternative readily available, so he gets drunk again for good measure and asks, and Wamai says yes, and this time, it’s a little better. Ace goes in with a rudimentary trust in Wamai to object if he’s really not into what they’re doing and just does his thing, riding him until they’ve both climaxed, and opts to spend the night in Wamai’s hotel room. Or rather, he inquires whether it’s fine and Wamai agrees.

As usual.

They have sex again the next morning, the length of Wamai’s body pressed against Ace’s back and this is more like what he’s been looking for, deep and intense and the teeth on his earlobe drive him insane. Definitely good enough for an encore. Throughout the whole bodyguard deal, they do it at least twice a day, partly out of boredom, partly because it actually feels good, and when they’re back, Ace matches with a quirky older guy who turns out to have a wife somewhere down the road, meaning he’s back to square one.

It’s an intermittent thing now, whenever Ace doesn’t have anybody else (and even sometimes when he does, and no he doesn’t feel great about it and he knows there’s no real excuse but he can offer an explanation, and the explanation is that Wamai is there and they’ve finally worked out the best angle so Ace nearly cries from overstimulation each time and it’s just, it’s so comfortingly familiar that he can’t understand why it’s ever been anything but), especially on missions together, the two of them just sneak around because it’s more fun that way. No doubt that Kali knows about it, Ace accidentally answered Wamai’s phone once thinking it was his own, they’ve arrived at work together several times, once even took a few days off at the same time. They’re not subtle, nor are they trying to be. There’s nothing to hide, really, since there’s nothing in the first place.

Admittedly, it feels nice to brag about his Wamai knowledge from time to time. When Aruni has joined them and doesn’t know everyone’s preferred coffee order yet, Ace can tell her with confidence what Wamai would like. Kali briefly forgets a detail, the name of a past client with whom Wamai worked, or a city where something memorable happened, and Ace is able to remind her. Just small pieces of evidence that show Wamai has some permanence in his life.

Why this matters to him, he’s not entirely sure.

Aruni comments on how she appreciates how close they all are, meaning Kali and Wamai, and Kali and Osa, and Kali and Ace, and also Kali and herself. Kali is the glue holding them together and the reason they met in the first place, but then Aruni clarifies she includes Ace and Wamai in that list, which is surprising. He downplays it, jokes how Wamai refuses nobody, and Aruni assures him he’s refused requests from her plenty of times.

And… what.

He investigates. Puts his feelers out and receives the same answer from Osa, not appreciating the knowing wink she gives him. She’s too perceptive, he’s noticed in the past, so he knows her opinion carries weight. Armed with this new suspicion, he watches Kali like a hawk until she considers accepting an assignment one day and Wamai urges her not to. Until Kali wants to let someone go and Wamai merely shakes his head in disapproval. Until Osa suggests a modification to Wamai’s firearm and he turns her down.

The next question is asked in bed, right before going to sleep.

They have the following day off, meaning Ace turned up on Wamai’s doorstep with enough ingredients for a three course dinner. They leave the Olympic games running in the background as he cooks, Wamai keeping him up to date on any developments, and have sex on the couch afterwards with the lights dimmed and gentle music playing, just like Ace likes it: the setting romantic enough to make his heart melt and the orgasm strong enough to make his toes curl. A shower concludes the evening and as they’re wrapped around each other under the blanket, he wants to know: “… are we friends?”

Of course the only possible response is: “Do you want us to be?”

And he could slap himself. There was no other outcome, he knew it and yet his voice wavered in trepidation. Because this time, there’s the very real possibility of Wamai saying no. Previously, Ace carried with him the undisputable truth that Wamai would agree, but now he’s been disillusioned of this notion. Instead of giving up on pursuing this particular topic, he offers a hesitant: “Yeah. I think so.”

Wamai nods and kisses him on the head. “Then we are.”

Oh.

Well, good.

It’s at the tip of his tongue, the follow-up question he’s really curious about, the one to which he doesn’t know his own preferred answer either, but he saves it for a later date. For now, it’s reassuring enough to learn that Wamai voluntarily spends time with him and seems to appreciate his presence. For now, it’s satisfying enough to drift off in his arms and know he’s someone on whom Ace can always rely.

For now, it’s enough to know Wamai doesn’t say no to him. The rest he’ll figure out later.

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #oneshot #kac #ace #wamai #wamai/ace #golden boy #no idea why I never realised how cute they can be #VERY dependent on specific character interpretation though

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