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rebelredeyes · 4 years

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Doc and Lion: I was wrong about you.

Heads up before we begin. There is a lot of dark themes (Suicidal thoughts, bullying) in here so read at your own risk. Also this is sort of unedited and written in one sitting. Please enjoy.

Lion had been injured in the last terrorist attack as he favored one side of him. It wasn't life threatening though as he passed the medical bay despite every step feeling like hell. He got dirty looks from most people as he moved on by. His team had nearly failed as the hostage had been shot and he got the blame by default. That's when Thatcher showed up.

"Heard you fucked up yet another operation. Sometimes I wonder why Six keeps you around. Probably for entertainment, that or you look so good on your knees" he jeered as Lion snarled. He wasn't in the mood for this as he tried to move forward but Thatcher stopped him.

"Oi mate, I am not done talking to you." he began as Lion hissed back.

"Fuck off"

"What did you say to me?" Thatcher said as his hand hung near his knife when Lion snatched it up and slammed into the next to Thatcher's head.

"I said fuck off or are you going deaf. Might want to see Doc over that. Good day." Lion growled out not caring who saw this as he stormed off. No one stopping him as he entered his room to see graffiti pver the walls again. He just turned to the bathroom to see the mirror shattered on the floor and his medication poured out in the toilet.

Lion fought back tears as he entered the mess to fix his side. He had trouble without the full mirror as he used a shard to see. His hands trembling from the pain as he bite back his cries. He then settled down for the evening after discarding his blood clothing and wrapping his horrible stitching job with an old sheet. He then laid down as he tried to get some rest without his medication. He barely got any.

The following morning, he was hoping for some time off to let his side heal like his other wounds had in the past, but soon he saw that he was scheduled for a bunch of mock up hostage rescues. He hid his displeasure along with the sharp pain of moving till that afternoon when Caveria kicked his stitches.

Lion crumbled like a sack of potatoes as she backed off. Him soon seeing why as his side grew red. Caveria instant calling a pause as Lion forced himself up. The PA system ordering his to the medical bay as Lion swore under his breath. All eyes staring at him as he stalked off as he heard whispering after him for being stupid or not speaking up.

He then slammed the door open to the medical bay as Doc waited looking disapproving at him. Lion biting back a scowl as he removed his gear loudly as Doc clenched his clipboard. Him pissed about dealing with Lion after yesterday's news of him getting the hostage hurt.

"Could you please be more considerate to other patients please." Doc finally snapped as Lion finished.

"Too late. Already done." he snapped back as he turned to see Doc's eyes flash with rage.

Doc could see the horrible stitches from where he stood, but came closer as he couldn't believe Lion did that horrible of a job. He was surprised none of the stitches had popped or torn as he assessed the extent of damage. A moderate flesh wound, which he should of seen. Doc growing more enraged as he knew Lion knew this too.

"You are fucken stupid as I thought. You should have came here for me to do this. I have seen 6 year olds do better than this" Doc lectured as Lion clenched his fists tight. He knew Doc was baiting him, but he responded regardless.

"Funny. Last time I tried, you threw a bedpan at me and said do it myself."Lion shot back, grumbling in" Kind of hard to do it yourself without a good mirror or anything to keep the pain down too. "

"Suck it up. I had bigger things to worry about that day." Doc snapped "And what about a mirror. You have one is your fucken bathroom"

Lion jerked away from Doc fully as he felt his anger grow along with his anxiety. His back knocking over a tray of tools onto the floor as Doc yelled at him for it. Lion snarled something back before Doc straight up punched him.

Lion's eyes water as his nose hurt as blood ran down his face onto the floor. He heard Doc's heavy breathing as the man seemed to realize what he had done. His fist still raised and ready for another blow as blood laid spackled on the latex glove while his other hand held Lion's shirt.

Lion then roughly pushed Doc away from him as he began to swiftly walk to the door. That's when he heard Doc stammer for a moment before getting out,

"Lion, wait. I'm…" Lion cut him off.

"What you're sorry. Go fuck yourself with your apologies. The damages are already done, besides.. . I quit." Lion spat out as he shook.

" Lion you don't mean.. " Doc began as Lion roared out

"You don't know that. You don't even fucken notice what the others are doing or saying. Ever since you showed signs you didn't like me and then told them why you didn't, they have treated me like shit. Just go in my fucken room for proof if you don't believe me. Heh. " Lion took a breath before looking at Doc with tear filled eyes as uttered "And you call me a real piece of work"

Lion then stormed out as he grabbed a resignation form. He just wrote in blood: I QUIT! - LION. before slamming it into a recruits chest as he exited the building. Him not stopping for anyone as he shook worse. Lion then broke into a sprint, ignoring the pain in his side as he ran from the military base to the city streets. No one followed.

Doc was left shaken after what Lion had said to him. He was still in shock he had even punched the man. It didn't even feel like what he had expected it to be. It felt wrong as he stared at the blood. He quickly peeled them off and threw them away before storming out towards Lion's room. The base is slight commotion it seemed as he got to the door.

Doc drew in a deep breath and pushed the door open to see the graffiti over the walls, even the ceiling. All things he had muttered under his breath at Lion when Lion had erked him. He then took a step inside, flicking the lights on but only one bulb came on. It's light was dim as Doc made his way to the bathroom, seeing the bloody clothing on the floor.

He then saw the broken mirror glass on the ground and empty pill bottles near the toilet. Peering in he saw the remains of dissolved pills. Him instantly checking the labels which left him breathless in tears. Antidepressants and anxiety pills of different doses for good and bad days. Plus one was a sleep aid.

Doc then stood up and stumbled from the bathroom to the main room as he saw a picture torn up on the ground. It was of Lion's son. He was appalled that anyone could have done that. Even he knew that Lion thought the world of his son. Doc quickly grabbed up the pieces and rushed back to the medical bay. Also ignoring everyone else.

Meanwhile, Lion had holed himself up in a hotel room with a couple of old friends. Whiskey and moonshine. Two sins he never thought would kiss his lips again, but before that; Lion called his ex.

She sounded concerned as Lion told her that he'll be fine and asked for his son. He talked a bit and mostly listened to his kid's school day. Savoring it as much as he could before the kid had to go to dinner. Lion then told his son goodbye and to give his ex a hug for him before the receiver clicked. Lion then broke open the whiskey bottle and drank greedy. Doc had finished piecing the photo together seeing it was a family picture that included Lion with his son’s mother and stepfather. They all were smiling together as Doc realized ever since Lion arrived to Rainbow Six, he hadn’t smiled once. Especially after meeting Doc and himself jerking his hand away from Lion. He then realized how many times Lion had tried to mend the bridge between them and as Doc shoved him farther away, so did everyone else. That’s when the door opened to IQ who seemed nervous.

“IQ? What is it?” Doc asked half concerned as she looked away nervously. Doc got up, pocketing the picture, and came closer asking the same question. This time, IQ answered.

“We are holding a party in the rec. Room. Thought you would like to join.” She said as Tachanka staggered over, clearly drunk, adding.

“It’s for you. Finally getting rid of the yellow problem.” “What?” Doc inquired, holding that didn’t hold what was implied as IQ responded with,

“He’s talking about Lion resigning from Rainbow Six. He quit in quite a fashion.” “Wrote: I Quit, on a resignation form in blood then bolted from site. Must of wounded his pride finally Doc?” Tachanka slurred out, hugging IQ close to him in joy.

“No.” Doc breathed out in disbelief. He had caused this and to see his teammates partying at someone’s departure. It felt as if that one white mask had stabbed him again. Him remembered Lion screaming to stay with him, holding him, apologizing for not being quick enough again like with… with…. A hand on his shoulder suddenly pulled him from his thoughts as IQ looked worried.

“Doc, What’s the matter? We thought you would be happy? He’s been a pain in your ass since he arrived. Always pestering you. Bringing up sore subjects. Sulking like a child when you point out his stupid mistakes over and over again.” IQ stated as Tachanka praised a here, here which Smoke responded too further down the hall. Doc just shook his head, angry at himself. For all his smarts, skill and compassion; he was a blind fool to think Lion was ever trying to provoke him. He then remembered Lion throwing it in his face that this wasn’t the first time he had stitched himself up, alone, in a trashed room. Doc should've noticed the man’s unhappiness growing. He had noted less of Lion’s presence in high traffic area and only located him in more hidden areas of the base. Lion had started eating less, seemed less rested and began tripping up more on missions; if that was even the case. Doc remembered his medical file mention depression,but never confirmed it. He then realized the more he pushed Lion away, the more loner Lion got. Doc then felt hot tears running down his face.

IQ looked confused as Tachanka tried to grab him, but Doc quickly bolted away and out a side door. Him running through the halls, into the outside world as he quickly left site. He didn’t know where he was running to, but all he knew was that he had to find Lion. His mind scrambling to think like Lion might as he ran into the city street, nearly getting hit by a car before he made it to the next sidewalk.

Lion now sat on the bathtub ledge, looking at his side. He couldn’t feel it anymore as his mind swam. Doc’s words over the stitch job echoing in his head. They stung the worst as Lion knew Doc to be the most compassionate man he ever met. Willing to do whatever it took to save everyone, even at the cost of himself. A humanitarian or so he believed. Yet when it came to him, all Doc ever seemed to do was tear him down over one stupid event. Even he hated himself for it, because if he had just been quick enough; it never would of happened.

Doc would have never had to see his best friend shoot herself to escape a long and agonizing death. If he had gotten to the containment room in time, but he was so worried about keeping quarantine from a survivable virus; he let 16 other people died from an incurable one. He could recall all their names by heart. All those years, he wished he go back in time and change it or at least make the only causality himself. Lion then torn out the stitches, not wanting to feel this pain anymore. His screams echoing the building.

Doc was growing desperate, knowing Lion couldn’t have made it far as he saw an ambulance rush by and turn quickly into a hotel parking lot. Doc then booked it, running inside, hearing the room numbers he needed and rushed up the flight of stairs to a hallway filled with people. They all were looking at a single door almost in fear as Doc rushed to it and broke it down within a minute. Him ordering people to stay out of the room.

Lion just laid on the floor, bleeding as he shook from adrenaline. The bottle clinking against his teeth as he gulped down the clear liquid. The liquid burned his mouth as he hiccuped a bit. He then heard the door break down and swear he heard Doc yelling before a blurred figure rushed in, yelling his actual name. Lion hiccuped again, as the figure appeared in the doorway of the bathroom looking like he had just been in a hurricane.

“Doc?” Lion slurred out in disbelief before laughing which turned to soft sobs, “I must of died and gone to hell if you’re here… Of course the devil would make himself look like you. Make my hell look like the place where I killed myself. To remind me of my failure as a believer. Well what are you waiting for Satan, just get on with it already. Not like you could top what I been through already.” Doc felt his heart drop at the sight of Lion and just hearing the man say that hurt so much as he stepped into the bathroom. Doc carefully lowered himself down and saw the pool of blood on the floor as he heard the EMTS arrive. He hollered for them ashe grabbed up a towel and began to apply pressure to Lion’s side. The no response causing Doc to freeze for the first time in a while as an EMT took over what he was doing. Him only moving away to not hinder their job as he silently panicked to the side.

Lion was hospitalized as Doc stayed with him. He knew part of this was his fault, as Six came in to talk to him in private. Doc explaining everything as Six chewed his ass from the high heaven to the depths of Hell. Many operators if not all, recieved the same treatment as Lion was spared it. Six still scoulding him harshly, and telling him if he really wanted to quit; sign the forms properly. Doc’s chest tightening when he saw Lion doing just that as he rushed in, snathcing the papers away.

“The hell Doc? Hand me those back. I said I quit.” Lion snarled reaching for them as he shift to get up.

“No, and stay in bed. You need to rest.” Doc said as pushed Lion firmly back down as Lion just curled over on his side, refusing to look at Doc.

“Fine, I will just ask Six for another one.” Lion said, rather tired as Doc felt his anger swell up again, but instead of going off; Doc muttered out.

“I’m sorry Lion, I was wrong about you. You came to Rainbow Six, knowing I was here and hoping to mend our past. All I ever did was shut you out and mark you as a target for the others to pick on. I was so stupid and blinded by my own rage and hatried, that I forgot you were a human being too. I even ignored the signs that something was wrong, knowing you wouldn’t say a word about it… I…” Doc didn’t know what else to say as he read Lion’s reason for resigning I’m just a burden to the team. You’re better off without me. Doc then just placed the papers back on Lion’s bed as he began to walk out. He only stopped when he heard Lion’s voice call his name.

“Hey Doc, want to know the worst thing in all of this. Heh. I still forgive you. I still forgive you despite you making me not want to exist.” Lion said as his voice cracked with soft sobs and off laughter. Doc took a step to leave, but stopped and returned to Lion’s bed side. Doc sitting down in a chair next to the bed as he stared at the wall while the heart monitor beeped steadily.

“I know this is a long stretch Lion, but could we start over. Please. I know I fucked up and blamed you for shit that makes perfect sense. That I have been hypocritical with you and frankly unfair in treatment, but I just want a chance to make things right. Like you did.” Doc pleaded “I understand if you..”

“Okay… Just give me a few days? I need some space to think and regroup myself, because of…. Well, you know.” Lion said trying to stop crying as Doc nodded.

“I”ll take care of them for you. Just let me know who and… heh.” Doc replied as Lion chuckled before gasping in pain. Him waving Doc off as he moved back to his side.

“Not very humanitarian of you.” Lion teased softly as he tried to focus on breath as Doc chuckled.

“I learned that sometimes you need a firm hand to deal with certain dilemmas” Doc hissed back as Lion asked playfully

“Who taught you that?” “The very best.” Doc said, adding in “You” Lion suddenly smiled as Doc rumbled with laughter as he got up and said goodbye. Lion handing him the resignation forms to be burnt as Doc nodded and left. Lion then sighed, knowing it was going to be hard to come back after this but hoped Doc meant what he had said. Lion soon drifted back off as Doc returned to a quiet base as he checked the medical bay for anyone in need. Since no one was there, Doc headed down to Lion’s room to see it had been repainted, cleaned and re-organized. Doc then pulled out the photo he had saved and pinned it to the new corkboard. Hoping Lion would see it as his promise.

#r6s #r6s doc #r6s lion #gustave kateb #olivier flament #angst with a happy ending #tw #this was hard to write #not looking for critics #this was for fun #montagne was on a mission during this #montagne also chewed people out when he returned then repainted a room

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fandom-imagines-stuff · 2 years

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Do you have a masterlist?

Masterlist:

R6S:

Doc - Short imagine

Doc x F reader (Being forced to kill Doc’s friend, Part 1)

Doc x reader (Doc fainting)

Doc x reader (Reader asthma attack because of laughing)

Doc x M reader (Being babysat by Doc)

Doc x M reader (Chopping hair after traumatizing event)

Doc x M reader (Getting lost on a mission)

Doc x M reader (Squeamish with blood)

Doc x reader (Comforting during nightmares)

Doc x M reader (Doing laundry)

Doc x M reader (NSFW, making out session)

Rook x M reader (NSFW, dominating)

Tachanka - F Short imagine

Tachanka x M reader (Fluff)

Tachanka x F reader (NSFW, Femdom)

Montagne - Short imagine

Sledge x reader (Being teased by Sledge)

Sledge x reader (Slapping Sledge’s bald head)

Sledge x M reader (Piggyback ride)

Mute x reader (Dumb reader)

Mute x reader (Adopting a cat)

Glaz x reader (Graffiti artist)

Glaz x reader (Twitch streamer)

Glaz x F reader (Doctor looking after Glaz)

Smoke x M reader (NSFW, what’s in the canister?)

Zero x M reader (NSFW, making love)

Being treated like a kid by Sledge, Smoke, Glaz and Tachanka

Bandit finds out that the reader knows how to tattoo

Jäger, Sledge, Vigil and Kapkan find out you had depression

Spetsnaz & SAS (Texting them to pick you up)

Naruto

Kakashi x F Reader (Kakashi not being able to protect you)

Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway - F Short imagine

Ezio Auditore - F Short imagine

JJBA

Giorno Giovanna x F reader (Fluff, smut)

Ikemen Vampire

Beethoven (own character) x F reader

#masterlist #fandom #fandom-imagines-stuff #R6S #Naruto #Assassins creed #jjba #Kiemen Vampire

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r6shippingdelivery · 2 years

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A high-res image of Harry’s new board just dropped, and I’m gonna analyse and transcribe as many of the notes as I can. There are parts I couldn’t decypher, so if you want to zoom in the image yourself and help me fill out the blank, I’d me more than grateful!

Under a cut cause it’s going to be a really long post.

The yellow post it above everything else says: The most practical application of my skills is to determine who works best with who. I eliminated interpersonal friction as best as I could so we can move forward efficiently.

We see that some of the names in the teams are circled in red, probably the ones who cause interpersonal friction... with the team leader, I assume? Below, I’m gonna detail the operators in each team, followed by the text on the first note (written by Harry, presumably), and at the end the text of the note under the picture of each team leader (this one signed by Zero).

Thermite’s team

Kaid Gridlock Tachanka Fuze Kapkan Buck Sledge Ash Oryx Thorn Goyo Amaru

Harry’s note: Some profiles are best suited for high-risk missions, and I’m not one to keep people from their calling. [REDACTED] is the cavalry - caution thrown to the wind get the job done at any cost

Zero’s note: Trace is motivated, and he’s seen more explosions than most, the years have been good to him despite going through hell and back. This squad needs to be led by a bad motherfucker

Hibana’s team

Thatcher Alibi Blackbeard (in red) Mute Dokkaebi Jäger Echo Jackal Blitz Maestro Kana/Flubber (hint of a new operator?) Mira Rook

Harry’s note: Members of [REDACTED] are the careers. A wide range of skill sets can be adapted to any scenario. They can lead their own missions or they can assist one of the other squads as required

Zero’s note: Imagawa is a (??) soldier and a fantastic leader. She’s been a reliable player in the past. I think it’s time we put her connections to good use and I’m sure she’d agree

Doc’s team

Lion (in red) Clash Montagne Twitch Nomad Bandit Frost Ying Castle (in red) Thunderbird Melusi

Harry’s note: A humanitarian unit was an idea I had a long time ago and I’m glad to have found a (??) that fits the bill. [REDACTED] will be perfect for sensitive operations where collateral is not an option.

Zero’s note: Illegible

Caveira’s team

Maverick Vigil Zofia (in red) Lesion Valkyrie Glaz Nokk Warden Iana Mozzie Zero Flores

Harry’s note: Every good organization needs a covert espionage unit and for us it’s [REDACTED]. Caveira’s team is the best in the world at infiltration, surveillance, intelligence and elimination.

Zero’s note: Illegible

We have confirmation that all these ops joined Nighthaven traitors. I numbered the notes so you can follow better what Harry is talking about. Let’s begin with the missing image, then IQ, Finka, Smoke, Kali, and last Pulse.

1) I should have known something was up with Ela. I hoped that serving together would remind the sisters of their better years but I guess some wounds don’t heal with time…

2) IQ has been enamored with Nighthaven’s technology since she returned from Singapore. Kali no doubt knows how to dazzle her (??) prospect.

3) I can only assume that during her time on Kali’s team Finka formed some bonds with Nighthaven’s agents. She had everything she needed here but maybe she saw something more there.

*Doesn’t Harry know about her illness? Or didn’t even cross his mind that she’s desperate to find a cure, and the lure of high tech resources might have swayed her?

4) I don’t think Smoke was unhappy with us, but I think his philosophies might have aligned better with his new home. Thatcher is not so hopeful. He won’t say it, but he is torn up over this.

5) Cohen is taking this loss heavy, saying she saw this coming. She doesn’t want to question your judgement, but she’s worried that letting Nighthaven tamper with the Program will affect not just our organization, but the world out there - Zero

*Actually, I think Ash has every right to question Harry’s judgement since he dismissed her worries multiple times, and lo and behold, she was right. I bet she’s also right this time and NH are bad news being out there freely

6) Pulse is one I did not see coming but I understand. He’d lost his sense of wonder and he saw that (??) in Nighthaven. I’ll have to see how Hibana is doing.

We see a spread of newspaper cut-outs, indicating unrest and crime are on the rise.

Yellow note: Zero’s pet project is slowly enlisting the aid of (??) specialists. The associations that he’s making aren’t self-evident. I’m not supposed to ask too many questions… that’s the deal he keeps reminding me of. I just hope he won’t exploit R6 resources for this work (??)…

Report under the note: With your permission, Harry, I would like to send Flores out on a (covered part) suggests white collar crime is on the rise worldwide, and he’s confident there’s a syndicate (covered part). I’ll be monitoring his activity Specialist Ryad “Jackal” Ramirez Al-Hassar

Note: If we want to connect with the world, we should find suitable partners in different fields.Yakate Date Security is a candidate that comes to mind, with everything being online these days. I know someone close to Yakate himself. Let me know if you want to make contact Specialist Yumiko “Hibana” Imagawa

Given the content of the note, the redacted passport from a Japanese woman has to be Azami, confirmed to be the new operator for Season 1. No further references about that Kana/Flubber, but since that operator is placed in Hibana’s team, and some leaks talked about a hole-blocker operator named flubber, I wonder if that was Azami’s work-in-progress name and they just forgot to change it?

I’m very curious about the tank schematic, but since it’s placed next to that robot thing that is Osa’s trademark, I think it’s related to this next report:

Note: Harry, you asked me to dig and I did. Here is what I have on Nighthaven’s base. Schematics, location, aerial, vehicles… It’s not perfect but it’s all I could obtain - legally Specialist Meghan “Valkyrie” Castellano

It seems Harry is worried enough about NH that he wants intel about everything possible. More hints about them being a problem Rainbow will have to face and neutralize, imo.

The picture seems to be a teaser of the upcoming map, the Emerald Plains club/lounge. Confirmed by Kaid’s note:

In all my years I’ve seen many countries, but few felt like home. It’s not my Fortress, but this destination in Ireland has proven reliable in the past. It’s a nice place to unwind. Jalal “Kaid” El Fassi

We have a lot of tech stuff here! Thorn’s razorblooms up top, then a heavy mechanized armor with GIGN on the chest - so we can safely assume it’s a sneak peek of Montagne’s upcoming elite. Then there’s the Kóna stations and the “healing pods” they carry, plus a yellow note with some chemical compound. We also have Flore’s ratero drone, and a schematic of Azami’s knives. The round green gadget eludes me; at first I thought it could be Wamai’s magnets, but he’s not part of Rainbow, and Mira would have no reason to tinker on that gadget?

The note pinned between Monty’s suit and the not-Wamai’s gadget reads: I enjoyed the games but I’m taking a break from the field. There’s a lot of work ahead and I need to make sure our gear is still top of the line. If we ever encounter something like Nighthaven out there, I don’t want our specialist to worry they’ll be outgunned. (Covered) need me I’ll be in my lab Dr. Elena “Mira” Alvarez, director of R&D

And this is all I could get, if I missed anyting, or you have decyphered some of Zero’s notes, or have any other info, please add onto this post!!

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 #lore analysis & rants

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nuits-acryliques · 2 years

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Brèves de ciné : mars 22

Le Sommet des Dieux, Patrick Imbert (2021)

Il n’y a rien à dire sur la qualité de la réalisation en globalité mais dieux que le propos est d’une assommante banalité. L’alpinisme est traité sous trois aspects principaux, suivant une progression : l’exploit sportif, l’aventure solitaire et la quête insensée qui donne sens à la vie de ceux qui la pratiquent. Tout ça est admirable, je ne remets rien en cause. Mon problème avec ce genre de récit est qu’il est purement anthropocentré (l’homme, toujours l’homme, ce humanisme simplet me tue...).

La montagne est réduite soit à une Nature à conquérir et à vaincre (aller au plus haut pour fouler le sommet), soit visuellement à un beau paysage. Elle ne semble être là que pour satisfaire le besoin de l’homme de se surpasser. Pour moi, la haute montage, c’est plus que ça. C’est un être vivant à part entier, mystérieux, poétique, impénétrable, il est à la fois physique et spirituel. Dans le Sacré et le Profane, Mircea Eliade dit que la montagne est placée au centre du monde dans de nombreux religions et mythes. Elle symbolise le désir d’infini de l’homme de se rapprocher des dieux. C’est un désir de spiritualité face à l’inconnu métaphysique. Le Sommet des Dieux, lui, relève du profane ; il n’est que le déploiement de l’Ego surdimentionné (et virile) de l’homme.

Entre parenthèses, puisque ce film est une adaptation d’un manga de Jiro Taniguchi, une comparaison m’est venue malgré moi. Tout le long du film, je n’ai cessé de penser à quel point dans Kamakura Diary, Akimi Yoshida traite de l’alpinisme d’une façon infiniment plus poétique et subtile. On peut dire que Jiro Taniguchi s’en tient à un traitement narratif classique et réaliste tandis qu’Akimi Yoshida donne un sens profondément personnel à l’expérience de ses personnages. C’était une petite digression, ceux et celles qui auront lu son manga comprendront. Lisez Akimi Yoshida !

L’Autre côté de l’espoir, Aki Kaurismaki (2017)

Le film est d’évidence assez faible et peu inspiré mais il m’est difficile de me montrer dure envers lui. Car Aki Kaurismaki affirme, contre toutes formes de justifications qui ne cachent que la pire hypocrisie et lâcheté, l’évidence de l’humanisme et de la solidarité. On voit dans le film toute la violence du déploiement institutionnel de répression et de contrôle. L’État seul n’est pas en cause, il y a aussi l’adhésion d’une partie xénophobe de la population. Rarement on remonte aux origines de l’immigration dans les pays africains et dans le Moyen-Orient. C’est trop d’effort intellectuel, il est plus commode d’ignorer les atrocités qui s’y passent, car l’autre n’a pas la peau blanche ou ne mange pas de porc. Depuis des siècles rien n’a changé, toujours ce mépris occidental et européen – cette mauvaise conscience – envers les peuples qu’il a jadis soumis. La pire des violences à mon avis, et je pense que le film va en ce sens, c’est nier aux personnes qui ont fui leur pays toute histoire, alors que c’est la seule chose qu’il n’ont pas encore perdue. En conséquence de quoi, c’est leur refuser toute humanité, on ne les reconnaît pas en tant qu’être humain, ils n’ont donc pas à être traités comme tels.

Brother, Alexei Balabanov (1997)

Danila, un jeune homme à peine sorti de l’adolescence et déjà sans avenir, débarque à St-Pétersbourg pour retrouver son frère qui fait parti du monde mafieux local. Naturellement, il se retrouve à accomplir des missions pour lui, car l’argent ne tombe pas du ciel. Le film a tout du parcours initiatique classique : un jeune provincial découvre la grande ville, fait ses premières expériences amicales et amoureuse, découvrent les dures lois sociales, doit mettre à l’épreuve sa morale pour survivre. Danila est un personnage en devenir, dont la personnalité n’est pas encore bien définie, ce qui le rend à la fois ambigu et attachant. Il n’hésite pas une seconde à utiliser la force quand c’est nécessaire, et pourtant il y a aussi en lui une part naïve et dénuée de cynisme. Par exemple, il est fou d’un groupe de musique rock-folklorique russe qui s’appelle Nautilus, il en est tellement fan que ça en devient drôle et adorable. Par ailleurs, l’utilisation de la musique et son montage apportent beaucoup à la dynamique stylistique du film. Cela le rend très plaisant à voir. Il y a dans la 2nde partie du film, un moment qui montre parfaitement le contraste entre le monde violent et froid auquel est lié Danila et celui auquel il aspire, une sorte de communauté idéalisée d’échange et de partage. Serguei Bodrov parvient à jongler à merveille les différentes facettes de son personnage. On a un Danila maîtrisé et professionnel, puis l’instant d’après un Danila intimidé et impressionné par les « grandes personnes ». Ce moment constitue pour moi le climax du film, c’est là qu’on comprend vraiment le personnage.

Si la violence est bien présente, elle l’est bien moins que ce à quoi l’ont pourrait s’attendre à la vue de l’affiche du film – un jeune homme ombrageux au regard farouche prêt à vous allonger. Excepté dans la scène finale, Balabanov fait le choix de ne pas la mettre en scène de manière spectaculaire. Le plus souvent, quand c’est possible, il décide de l’occulter en la faisant passer hors-champs. Être frustré par l’absence explicite de violence ici, c’est n’y avoir rien compris au film. D’une part, elle parasiterait inutilement les émotions du spectateur et d’autre part, l’essentiel est ailleurs. Brother n’a rien d’un film noir classique, il va plutôt vers un genre de teen movie – à la russe. Tout repose sur le personnage principal, ce jeune homme solitaire et en devenir, perdu dans une grande ville peuplée d’âmes aussi en peine que lui. La mélancolie de St-Pétersbourg reflète celle de Danila. Il y a une scène vers la fin du film que j’aime beaucoup, quand il s’assoit une dernière fois face à la grande Néva, c’est comme s’il regardait partir avec le fleuve le peu d’innocence qui lui restait, tout son passé, ses amours, ses rencontres. Se dépouiller de tout, n’être rien, pour à la fin, renaître. L’essentiel du film est là : le changement, le passage à un nouvel état. Le film est autant un portrait de la jeunesse que celui de la Russie post-URSS des années 1990.

Funny Face, Stanley Donen (1957)

Hollywood dans sa splendeur surannée, d’une perfection artificielle qui ne correspond à rien, ne renvoyant qu’à lui-même. Aucune complication ou complexité dans les affects, les conflits finissent par se résoudre d’eux-mêmes, tout avance sans heurts, le spectateur est embarqué dans un monde qui ressemble au sien mais qui est en fait un rêve. C’est le film parfait du « Hollywood rêve pour vous ».

Voir ce genre de film en 2022 est fascinant. Malgré l’imaginaire sexiste et patriarcal, malgré tous les clichés de Paris et des Parisiens, le film conservera toujours son charme à la fois vieillot et intemporel. Il y a quelque chose de si naïf et de si enfantin dans la joie de vivre de Stanley Donen. Audrey Hepburn était l’actrice parfaite pour incarner le visage de ce film – quel icône !

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L’Année dernière à Marienbad, Alain Resnais (1961)

Dans ma galaxie cinéphilique, Marienbad est comme un astre pur et cristallin, fascinant, lointain, mais inaccessible au commun des mortels. Il est tel un diamant froid dans son écrin de perfection.

Les films ont tendance à se transformer dans les souvenirs. C’est ainsi que mon jeune moi de l’époque percevait Marienbad, comme un mythe qu’il ne faut pas approcher de trop près, par peur qu’il ne perde son superbe aura. J’ai conscience de toute la naïveté presque embarrassante de cet attachement. La vérité, c’est que ce genre de film auquel on ne comprend rien, mais que l’on aime malgré tout est devenu une espèce rare. L’époque veut tout expliquer, tout rationaliser, je trouve ça épuisant, et décevant. Ce ne m’intéresse pas de comprendre un film, je veux seulement pouvoir l’aimer sans condition. Dans cette alchimie abstraite se passe quelque chose de mystérieux, une émotion esthétique, un partage d’affects, un goût pour la beauté. Sans contredire tout ce que je viens de dire, il faut bien avouer que cela a ses limites. J’aime Marienbad, je refuse de le revoir ? L’idéalisation est une solution de facilité. L’occasion m’est venue ce mois-ci de me mettre à l’épreuve en le revoyant.

Voici ce que j’en retiens : que Marienbad est inépuisable, et qu’il m’apparaît encore plus beau qu’avant. Au-delà de ça, j’ai compris la nécessité de dépasser l’obscurité du film pour tenter de me l’approprier. En réalité, cet obscurité n’est que l’infinie richesse des signes qui le composent. Marienbad est le film même de l’ambiguïté et de la polysémie. C’est un poème ouvert. On peut gloser sans fin sur ses interprétations possibles et entremêlées, il n’y a pas de réponse toute faite, seulement des suspensions, des possibilités. C’est aussi ça la post-modernité de ce film : il abolit les certitudes, il ne dicte pas vos pensées, il faut vous-même vous projeter en lui.

Venons-en enfin au sujet. Si l’on me demande ce qu’est Marienbad, je dirais : un film sur la liberté, et plus précisément, un film où une femme gagne sa liberté. Dans un château somptueux coupé du monde, des hommes et des femmes errent tels des ombres dans d’interminables couloirs et dans des enfilades sans fin de pièces. Parmi eux, un homme cherche à convaincre une femme mariée qu’il se sont connus et aimés l’année dernière à Marienbad. Ils se sont promis de s’enfuir ensemble. La femme ne se souvient pas. Peut-être fait-elle semblant, peut-être est-elle amnésique (l’hypothèse du refoulement psychanalytique est plausible et répandue), mais il se peut aussi que tout cela n’est qu’une affabulation de l’homme (le film exploite puissamment le pouvoir de la fiction). Toujours est-il que, plus il lui raconte l’histoire, plus la résistance de la femme se trouve ébranlée. La fissure – la blessure –, s’élargit. La femme désincarnée se transforme peu à peu en être tourmenté et troublé. Le narrateur du film, également son metteur en scène, a beau être l’homme ; c’est à la femme que revient la décision de partir, c’est elle le centre de gravité du film. Se libérer des liens qui nous enchaînent est une violence. La résistance de la femme est donc nécessaire pour détourner toute idée de manipulation et de contrôle. Plus que le mythe d’une Eve séduite par le serpent ou celui du Pygmalion, je pense à l'allégorie de la caverne chez Platon. Des êtres vivent enchaînés dans une grotte soumis à l’illusion de la réalité. Lorsqu’on les sort de là, la lumière du jour (la vérité) leur est insupportable.

Le dispositif de Marienbad est révolutionnaire car ce dont il s’agit, c’est de casser le rythme de répétition et de l’éternel retour, de sortir d’un ancien monde figé et puant la mort. Briser la glace et les apparences, aller au-delà du reflet et des motifs qui vous emprisonnent. C’est la fuite suprême. Et même si cette liberté se paie au prix le plus fort – l’errance éternelle dans la nuit la plus noire – la beauté presque effrayante de Marienbad se trouve là : outrepasser les limites imposées. A juste titre, il est l’un des films les plus importants de l’histoire du cinéma.

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Badlands, Terrence Malick (1973)

J’éprouve, à l’idée de revoir Badlands, la même appréhension que pour Marienbad, bien que les deux films n’ont pas grand-chose à voir l’un avec l’autre. Dans mes souvenirs, la beauté de Badlands est crépusculaire, étrange et romantique, un peu à l’image de l’inoubliable air de Carl Orff qui accompagne le film. Je pourrais difficilement expliquer l’attachement particulier que j’éprouve pour ce film. Il est insaisissable, car plein de contradictions : à la fois tendre et violent, séduisant et amoral, romantique et ironique (voire cynique par moments), présent et lointain, charnel et intellectuel. C’est un film hanté par la destruction et la folie, par l’échec de l’idylle et de l’idéal, et par la mort de l’amour. Se sont-il réellement aimés ? Rien n’est moins sûr. Leurs routes se sont croisés, ils se sont reconnus. Au début, la fuite amoureuse s’apparente presque à un jeu d’enfant, ils jouent les Robinson Crusoé vivant en autarcie dans la nature au jour le jour. Sauf que très vite leur jeu se transforme en massacre laissant des morts sur leur passage. Kit est un sociopathe, mais il n’y a pas de cruauté en lui. Il est comme un animal sauvage qui attaque dès qu’il sent un danger. Pour le reste, il ne réfléchit pas beaucoup aux conséquences morales de ses actes. Mais en réalité, on se rend vite compte que la sauvagerie est dans les deux camps.

Badlands dialogue à bien des égards avec de nombreux mythes américains*. Il y a tout d’abord la violence armée qui semble faire partie de l’essence même de ce pays et qui alimente tout le mythe du western et du cowboy. A cela sont associés dans le film toute la paranoïa de la chasse à l’homme et la sauvagerie des tueries. Comme second mythe : la nature et le paysage qui ne sont pas ici seulement de simples éléments de décor mais participent pleinement à une certaine vision très incarnée de l’Amérique. Malick filme à merveille la beauté de cette nature encore indomptée, laissée à l’état sauvage. Les paysages infinis s’étendant à perte de vue, dominés par le vide et la parcimonie de la végétation, donnent à la fois un sentiment de liberté et de la petitesse de l’homme. On l’aura deviné, le titre français film, la Ballade sauvage, est particulièrement à propos. Enfin, Badlands côtoie également le mythe hollywoodien. La fuite amoureuse est tout droit inspiré de Bonnie and Clyde et Kit, grimé en cowboy, se prend pour un James Dean. Dans les deux cas, les personnages du film ne sont que des parodies, des versions dégradées des originaux. Ils jouent à être autre qu’eux-mêmes car dès le départ ils étaient déjà dans une forme d’aliénation sociale et émotionnelle.

Avec Badlands, Terrence Malick parvient à faire ce qu’il essaiera pathétiquement de reproduire dans le reste de sa filmographie : nous donner la révélation inquiète d’un chaos cosmique à travers la fuite étrange de ces deux êtres dans les contrées sauvages de l’Amérique. Chez lui, la création et le chaos vont de pairs, engendrant mouvements et conflits.

*mythe au sens barthésien : comme un imaginaire figé et transformé en Nature.

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Donc, euh. Salut!

Je veux dire que j'ai étudié le Francais pour, uh, quatre années. Je peux avoir un conversation des politiques et de l'environnement et quoi le liberte semble dans un société moderne, mais pour quelque raison, mon écriture sent très... gauche. Donc, avec ce démenti, je voudrais vous presenter mon histoire pour l'événement par les modérateurs à @dualrainbow, Barrière de la langue. Merci pour me laisser avoir un endroit dans cet événement !

Buck/Jackal, 1k mots, Les problèmes qu'arise quand vous avez un force qui vient de tout le monde. (évalué T/M)

« Je pense qu’il veut me tuer. »

« Maintenant, pourquoi est-ce que vous direz ça ? »

« Parce qu’il m’a dit que ‘Je vais vous prendre s’il est le dernier chose que je fais, Cote.’ Et, il avait son couteau de combat. »

« Ouais, enfin, il pouvait être très effronté, non ? »

~*~

Buck se rappelais quand il s’est inscrit Rainbow. Comment calme il était. Il était les combines normales par Bandit et Smoke, mais autre que ça, puisque Buck et Frost n’étaient pas membres de le cinq forces spéciales originales, Buck était libre être bas et seulement faire conversation avec les habitués de l’atelier.

Alors Jackal s’est inscrit.

L’Espagnol, qui s’est avéré gentil à tout les autres il a rejoint, a décidé que pour quelque raison, Buck serait son ennemi principal. Il n’était pas comment mauvais si, dis, Bandit a décidé harceler pour tout son temps en Rainbow, mais il est gauche quand même quand ils sont prévus pour la même mission.

Ou les simulations de combat omniprésent.

Avec les deux hommes classés comme « Capturer et Contrôler » agents, mais avec des très différents rôles spécifiques, Buck a trouvé souvent des commentaires sarcastiques lui jeter. Il était, vraiment, ridicule. Comment, pour l’amour de Dieu, pourrait camouflage blanc faire les cuissesde quelqu’un voit gros ?

Avec les remarques sarcastiques et le mal prononciation de son nom, (C’est Côté, pas Coute) il y a un plus problème. Un problème que rejet Buck seulement un petit peu.

Jackal est un beau gosse.

~*~

« T'es fous. » Buck s’assoit de l’autre côté de Glaz, la personne de choix pour des conseils rationnels, mais il semble de détester cet honneur. »

« Es-tu sûr qu’il n’est pas une perversion d’humiliation ? »

Glaz aussi semble être fini avec cette conversation. Un petit peu. Mais Buck vraiment a besoin de ses conseils. Principalement comment réparer sa relation avec Jackal, mais, peut-être-

« J’ai plusieurs des doutes qu’un historie d’ennemis aux amants va passer, Bastien. »

« Enfin, oui, bon, Je ne t’avais jamais demandé ce que tu pensais de cela mais bon, maintenant, comment est-ce que je peux faire un espagnol vouloir pas me tuer ? »

« Vous savez, » Pour l’amour de dieu, « Maxim me voulait mort quand on s’est reconnus premier. »

C’est nouveau. « Qu’est ce que tu veux dire ? »

« J’étais terrible combattre corps à corps. Il ne pouvait pas comprendre comment ils me laissent dans Spetznaz. » Pour la première fois que Buck s’est assoit ici, Glaz regarde à Buck. « Il m’a dit que si je ne pouvais pas de faire lui tomber, il voudrait me tuer lui-même. »

« J’assume que tu lui as démonté ? «

Son enquête est rencontrée avec du rire bruyant. « Non, mais avec un couteau contre votre cou, vous allez faire des choses désespère. »

« Incroyable. Bon, Considérer que la dernière fois que c’est passés il voulait me tuer, et il a dit autant que, comment est-ce que ça m’aide ? »

« Laissez-lui parler. » :

« J’étais seulement gentil avec lui ? Je ne pense - »

« Vous savez l’Espagnol ? Je vais dire il est plus cohérent dans sa langue native que le Français. »

Et oh. Attendez.

~*~

Jackal, s’il était plus de malveillant, poserait une figure très imposante. Grand, musculaire environ ses épaules et bras, et des yeux qui toujours semble un petit peu plus vif. Dans quel qu’autre domaine, s’il était dans une histoire, il serait le méchant principal.

Et c’est pourquoi c’est très difficile lui approche quand il glousse avec Rook. L’homme plus jeune tient son téléphone, et il semble qu’ils regardent des vidéos de chats. Mais Buck doit le faire. Il doit.

« Podemos, euh, hablar ? »

Et c’est un mixe d’expressions très bizarre sur le tète de l’espagnol. Du bonheur léger, à surprise, à confusion, avant retourner au petit sourire suffisant il portait quand Buck a démarché.

« Sí. »

Cela ira être difficile.

~*~

Ils s’assoient à une table près un mur – Jackal s’appuie contre lui et croise ses bras pendant que Buck essaie produire son téléphone et dit ce qu’il pense qu’il doit dire.

« OK, donc, pour les deux, enfin, dernières semaines, probablement, il semble que tu m’avais menacé avec, euh, des coups et blessures. Mais alors j’ai réalisé que, euh, le Français n’a pas probablement l’inflexion même que l’Espagnol, particulièrement pas le Français que je sais, donc, » Il arrive enfin à l’app correct – une application de traduction qui peut marcher aussi avec l’audio. « Donc. Qu’est-ce que tu penses de moi ? »

Son téléphone répète – « ¿Qué piensas de mí? »

Et Jackal sourit. « Creo que eres muy hermosa – como el cielo antes la puesta del sol, o las montañas después un incendio, tosco y duro. »

Buck jette un coup d’œil à son téléphone, espérer qu’il a attrapé tout qu’il a dit. Dans son voix monocorde, il dit « Je pense que vous êtes très belle. Comme le ciel avant le coucher du soleil, ou les montagnes après un feu. Toux et dur. »

« Ce, euh. Ce n’était pas un menace de mort. Euhm. » Il tape l’écran de son téléphone. L’app change des couleurs. « Pourquoi le couteau ? »

« ¿Por qué el cuchillo?”

« Solo yo puedo matarte. No algun terrorista. »

« Moi seul peux te tuer. Pas un terroriste. »

« Oh. »

~*~

Et Buck a trouvé plus tard, seulement un ou deux heures, que oui, le barbe de plusieurs jours est plus doux qu’il voit. Particulièrement entre ses cuisses grosses. Et, l’homme espagnol a le combination très rare d’un tète beau – une mâchoire dure et un nez royal – un sourire gentil, et une bite très belle.

C’est après leur deuxième ou troisième manche (peut-être le troisième de Buck et le deuxième pour Jackal ? Buck a perdu le compte.) que Buck réalise un petit chose. Juste – quelque chose qu’il ne devait pas considéré, mais –

« L’Espagnol n’est pas très dissemblable de Français, non ? »

Buck s’est pressé contre la poitrine de Jackal, mais il peut sentir le main qui trainait contre sa colonne arrête au pied de son dos.

« Non. Vraiment, ils sont très similaires. »

« Alors pourquoi - »

« Regarde d’où on est, Cielo. »

Et Buck vraiment veut disputer avec lui.

#Jackal #Buck #r6s #I spent half the time writing this on reverso translate uh oh #Jackal/Buck #They have such capacity to be cute #6'3/5'10 come on thats just asking for art #oh #glaz #French

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- Boker Tov / Bonne Journée -

Les oiseaux sont les premiers à saluer Elohim. Bientôt le printemps, quelle joie de les entendre chanter louanges à nouveau ! Leur doux gazouillis est agréable aux oreilles.

“ Où est Elohim, celui qui m’a fait, qui inspire des chants d’allégresse pendant la nuit, qui nous instruit par les bêtes de la terre et nous enseigne la sagesse par les oiseaux du ciel ? ” (Job 35:10-11)

Elohim a créé les animaux pour être nos enseignants (fidélité, amour inconditionnel, etc…), malheureusement, l’être humain n’a pas compris cette mission.

♥ ♥ ♥

Eh bien, chantez maintenant !

Dieu donne des mélodies dans la nuit.

Il entoure ses enfants de chants de délivrance :

“ Tu es un asile pour moi, tu me garantis de la détresse, Tu m'entoures de chants de délivrance. “ (Psaume 32.7)

Il l'a fait pour Paul et Silas à Philippes. Après avoir délivré une servante possédée d'un démon, ces deux serviteurs de Dieu furent traînés devant les magistrats, battus, et jetés en prison.

« Vers le milieu de la nuit, Paul et Silas priaient et chantaient les louanges de Dieu, et les prisonniers les entendaient. » (Actes 16.25).

Le résultat fut la conversion du geôlier et de sa famille (Actes 16.26-34).

Madame Guyon fut emprisonnée pour sa foi à Vincennes de 1695 à 1705. Au lieu de se plaindre de son sort, elle accepta joyeusement la volonté de Dieu.

« Lorsque j'étais en prison, écrivait-elle, j'étais dans une paix parfaite. Je chantais des hymnes de louange ; et la personne qui me servait les apprenait par cœur à mesure que je les composais. Et nous chantions ensemble tes louanges, ô mon Dieu ! Les pierres des murs de la prison scintillaient à mes yeux comme des rubis. Mon cœur était plein de la joie que tu donnes à ceux qui t'aiment et qui sont au sein des plus grandes eaux. »

C'est alors qu'elle écrivit l'un de ses plus beaux cantiques.

Ayons les regards sur Jésus, notre Sauveur, notre Seigneur. Notre modèle aussi.

Dans la nuit la plus noire qu'un autre homme ait jamais connue, il a chanté.

Matthieu et Marc ont écrit :

« Après avoir chanté les cantiques, ils se rendirent à la montagne des oliviers. » (Matthieu 26.30 ; Marc 14.26).

La croix était à quelques pas d'obéissance. Son ombre angoissante, funeste, planait déjà sur le jardin de l'agonie.

Où l'Agneau du sacrifice, affrontant la puissance des ténèbres, a-t-il puisé la force de chanter ?

Au-delà de la nuit, il contemplait l'aurore à venir.

Plus loin que la croix, il voyait le tombeau vide.

Méprisant l'ignominie toute proche, il se fortifiait à la pensée de la joie qui lui était réservée.

Plus fort que la mort, sa résurrection scellerait à tout jamais le triomphe du Père.

Quels étaient donc ces hymnes entonnés par le Christ ? Jésus a chanté la série des psaumes appelés par les Juifs « Hallel » (louange).

Ce sont les psaumes 113 à 118 et 136.

On les chantait lors des grandes fêtes, à la fête de La Pâque en particulier.

Voici quelques versets du psaume 118 :

« L'Éternel est pour moi, je ne crains rien : Que peuvent me faire des hommes ? L'Éternel est mon secours, Et je me réjouis à la vue de mes ennemis… Je ne mourrai pas, je vivrai, Et je raconterai les œuvres de l'Éternel… La pierre qu'ont rejetée ceux qui bâtissaient est devenue la principale de l'angle… » (v.6-7,17,22)

Le psaume se termine par ces paroles :

« Attachez la victime avec des liens, Amenez-la jusqu'aux cornes de l'autel ! Tu es mon Dieu, et je te louerai ; Mon Dieu ! Je t'exulterai. Louez l'Éternel, car il est bon, Car sa miséricorde dure à toujours ! » (v.27-29)

Considérez le côté positif de vos épreuves.

Dieu reste aux commandes, et il ne commet jamais d'erreur.

. La mer, même en furie, continue de nourrir d'innombrables poissons. . Les forêts impénétrables abritent d'abondants tapis de merveilleuses fleurs. . La gelée mordante de l'hiver prépare le sol pour les semailles. . Les nuages sombres donnent des gouttes scintillantes qui fertilisent la terre. . « L'épreuve » de l'huître produit la perle précieuse. . Les sombres profondeurs de l'océan renferment le corail inestimable. . L'épreuve de notre foi produit la patience et travaille à notre perfection.

Elle obtiendra louange, gloire et honneur, lors de la révélation de Jésus-Christ.

Paul BALLIERE (Extraits de son livre « Les baisers de Dieu »

Source : Bâtissez votre vie

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For the ultimate ship meme, Lion and Doc? I'm sorry, I'm LionDoc trash-

it’s all good!! whenever someone sends in an ask, i get an excuse to talk/write about one of my interests! really, it makes me so happy to be able to create content that people hopefully enjoy!! 💝💝💝

General:

How long will they last? - until the end of time, babey

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it was love at first sight but then they started talking i do think it was some form of ~interest~ in one another at first sight, but then all that drama and lack of communication happened so they didn’t really allow themselves to even dream about the possibility of a relationship. HOWEVER! once lion joined rainbow and they talked their shit out like people who know how to cope, there was a period of a few months that is now referred to as The Four Months of Pining™, during which glaz did a lot of paintings where the subject (who usually bears an uncanny resemblance to doc or lion) is staring at something (or someone) longingly. he calls it his french period. when they finally get together, a LOT of money changes hands. and goes straight into sledge’s pocket (he was the only one who bet that it would take them this long). diana gets a brand new collar (handmade), bed (handmade), dish (handmade), and many new toys (some handmade, some store-bought. sledge’s craftsmanship can only get him so far)

How was their first kiss? - you know how the french are supposed to be super suave and confident??? and how gay people are trying their hardest but they’re just Not Good at things????? (i know these are stereotypes but stay with me). well, with their 5/8 french blood (i hc one of doc’s parents is fully algerian while the other is half french, half algerian), and their 4/4 gay blood, they have an 81.25% chance of success in matters of the heart. sadly, that 18.75% chance of failure came into play during this situation. picture it. doc and lion. romantic, home-cooked dinner. le festin is playing in the background. they’re holding hands over the table. suddenly, doc’s cat goes into labour. all hell breaks loose. lion is getting flashbacks to his son’s birth, so now he’s hyperventilating. doc carries him to the couch and turns on the fan so he can cool off and catch his breath, before carefully moving his cat, Rayie (arabic for gorgeous, pronounced rye-ah) to the living room in his handmade Birthing Box, then grabs a pile of blankets and a heat lamp and situates himself on the ground nearby so he can help her if she needs it. once the kittens are born (they’re twins!! Sadiqi is the boy, and Amirti is the girl!!!) doc makes sure they’re nice and warm and that Rayie is recovering, and gives her pets while she cleans her babies. once the happy family is all settled in for the night, doc walks over to the couch and just. lays down on top of lion. once he’s gotten over the adrenaline of the birth, he takes lion’s face in his hands and says “promise me you’ll be more calm if we ever decide to have kids” and gives him a BIG smooch while lion’s just short-circuiting like “does he know i have a son???? did i forget to mention my son?????? also what about these kittens??? are they not sufficiently childish to count as children????? DOES HE WANT KIDS????? does he want to marry me??????? wait why is he getting so clo-”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - lion. it was the day of their two year anniversary (yes i AM saying they got together the august after outbreak don’t @ me) and they were on vacation at doc’s family’s Secret Beach House. they were vibing on the balcony, watching the sunset, when lion suddenly clears his throat. doc turns to look at him and finds his boyfriend down on one knee, looking like he might flee to Bermuda. he’s reaching for something in his pocket. doc starts laughing. lion, completely misunderstanding his reaction, flushes and stammers out an apology. doc sees this, and immediately stops, though he’s still smiling gleefully as he catches lion by the biceps, then reaches into his own pocket and pulls the ring he was going to give olivier. they exchange rings, giggling like little kids, and spend the rest of the night making out on whatever surfaces are available.

Who is the best man/men? - for lion? montagne. (his son is the ring bearer and doc’s niece is the flower girl). for doc? rook. he’s so happy he gets to participate in his dad’s wedding

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - for lion: finka. for doc: twitch

Who did the most planning? - both of them!! do you know how hard they worked to ensure the ceremony was valid in the eyes of both of their religions

Who stressed the most? - s e e a b o v e

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - lion’s parents. they tried to call him during the reception but doc’s grandma grabbed his phone and started cussing them out, talking about dishonor and how they tried to disown him so they’re not his parents anymore, and besides, his new family absolutely adores him, so really, it’s their loss. once she hangs up, she pulls lion into a hug and he calls her his favorite, if only, grand-mère

Sex:

Who is on top? - who’s topping? lion. but sometimes doc gets bitchy so he gets to set the pace if you know what i mean

Who is the one to instigate things? - they are both lowkey horny 24/7 so 👀👀👀

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (only because they do get to see each other fairly often. if one goes on a long mission without the other, once they get back they will bump it up to a 10 real quick)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - idk long enough ig. maybe longer if someone feels they’ve been left ~unsatisfied~ they might go a few more rounds ;))

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - ok it depends on what they’re doing but usually it’s one or two each, but on ~special~ occasions it’s either doc getting edged and denied for hours, OR doc getting forced to come over and over again until he’s begging for something, whether it be more or a goddamn break even he isn’t really sure. either way he’s crying and lion is consistently asking if he needs to safeword and otherwise checking in because they may like it rough but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - unless someone’s hormones and organs get fucked, zero

How many children will they adopt? - probably none?? idk they’ve already got lion’s son and they’re both busy enough with work so

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - NEITHER!!!!! DISGUSTANG!!!!!!!!!

Who is the stricter parent? - god i wanna say both. like lion and his attachment to rules??? but doc and his Mom Friend energy????? but ig lion BUT HE’S NOT STRICT TO THE POINT HE’S A BUZZKILL OR ANYTHING HE’S JUST RESPONSIBLE (he will NOT allow his husband and son to go vandalize the property of some islamaphobic brits, as much as he agrees with the sentiment)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - doc will only allow vandalism if it’s in the name of righteousness. meaning, he’ll allow their son to spray paint the walls of a goddamn walmart with shit like “eat the rich” and a portrait of robespierre and a guillotine, but it is a HARD NO on defacing places like the library or community center (unless he has a good reason to do so). lion spends his time praying and making sure his son knows which acts of civil disobedience are acceptable and which are distorting their goal

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - doc. he (privately) dreams of retiring (eventually) and living out his lifelong dreams of being a househusband. so

Who is the more loved parent? - SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS. but ig lion??? BUT ONLY BECAUSE THEIR SON HAS KNOWN HIM LONGER. doc is half Dad and half Cool Uncle Who Gives Me Spray Paint And Tells Me To Make Myself Heard (to clarify, i know doc is a pacifist, but im kinda projecting my own sentiment of “we’ve tried to be peaceful but you wouldn’t give us the time of day. now that we’ve “acted out” we’ve gotten your attention, and rest assured, things are going to change.” he won’t hurt anybody, he’s just tired of having to be everyone’s “muslim friend” and educating people on things they could google themselves)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - it used to be lion out of necessity, but when people started asking about his “wife” he was really torn between telling them that he and his son’s mother separated, but now he has a partner and his son seems very happy about it. when doc finally attends a meeting with lion, people really struggle to hide their shock. a few clunky but well-meaning “we support you”’s and “we’re sorry for everything that’s been going on”’s later, doc has used his charm to make friends with literally everyone. from then on, he is on pta duty on behalf of lion and his ex

Who cried the most at graduation? - lion! his parents purposefully didn’t show at his, so it’s a big deal for him to show his son just how proud he is. doc tears up a little too, but manages to mostly keep it together so he can support lion, who spends most of the day heave-crying about how proud he is into his husband’s shoulder. gustave just pats him on the back and tells him that they’ll run out of donuts if they don’t get to the concession stand soon

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - doc. civil disobedience, baby!! he has never been caught. lion fears the law after his youth, so he tries to avoid any visits to law enforcement. he also can’t stand to see his son behind bars

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - doc. househusband, remember?

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - doc, but only because he can be a bit of a spice supremacist. he has to get his ingredients from these very specific farms and markets or else his great grandmother will begin manifesting in their house to curse them

Who does the grocery shopping? - doc, bc he does NOT trust lion to not just sweep all of the microwave ramen and kraft mac n cheese into the cart then sprint to self-checkout

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever possible. doc and maestro live by the philosophy “don’t do anything halfway” if they’re going to go through the trouble of making a meal, it will have multiple courses.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - doc is more of a salad eater but only for ease of consumption with halal laws. he adores filet mignon

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - lion! maestro enlists himself as assistant head chef after walking into the base’s kitchen one day to find lion covered in flour and lying facedown on the floor, crying

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - also lion! though he’s memorized doc’s order at all of their favorite restaurants, so he usually just gets take out and puts on a big show of being a “tired housewife who works in the kitchen all day just for this one meal” and setting up the table so it’s all nice and romantic

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - lion. he tried crème brûlée once. never again

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - lion. organization is everything to this man. doc helps with laundry and such, but for the most part he leaves organization to lion and his systems (think leslie knope levels of planning and organization)

Who is really against chores? - neither! they both understand that teamwork makes the dream work, baby!!

Who cleans up after the pets? - doc, since lion’s already asked him which color hanger should represent “clothes i can tear off my husband before we fuck” and he needs a Moment

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither. they don’t own a broom

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - lion because of the deep-seated catholic urge to appear perfect in front of others, and doc because people will gossip, olivier!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - lion. he immediately called doc into the room and asked “is this your stash of drug money?” doc, who had been asleep because it was 3 in the morning on a saturday, just stares at him

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - it is so bold to assume they don’t shower together to “cut costs”

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - lion is known in their neighborhood as the man who walks cats. there is a facebook page where people post pictures of him walking his cats. vigil is an admin

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - LITERALLY EVERY HOLIDAY GETS DECORATIONS. lion makes his own for the muslim holidays since there really aren’t many “of good quality” in stores. when they first started dating, doc came home to find his house covered in ramadan decorations, and lion standing precariously on a ladder, trying to string up fairy lights while learning how to pronounce important arabic words. needless to say, doc cries

What are their goals for the relationship? - mutual joy and contentment!!!!

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - doc. he’s sleepy

Who plays the most pranks? - lion, but they’re stupid ones like replacing certain pictures with danny devito. doc gets back at him by replacing pictures of jesus with ewan mcgregor, and putting yoda into his nativity scene. lion doesn’t notice

#ask #anonymous #r6s doc #r6s lion #doc/lion #ass alert!#could you tell i forgot whether or not lion's ex and son had names #thank you for interacting!

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r6s-imagines · 4 years

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Hello! Is it alright that I request for the kinks of the gign? Please and thank you! :D

this has been requested a few times now, so here we go!

also, kink lists are getting a little tiring, so i may stop writing them for a bit, but i’ll keep the requests in my drafts!

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gign preference >> kinks

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MASTERLIST

warnings: SMUT, cursing

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summary: what are the members of gign’s nastiest kinks?

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rook

feet.

listen, you knew i had to say it at one point, someone’s gotta like the feet.

to him, there’s something so arousing about the thought of it

especially yours

perhaps it’s how soft your soles are

or maybe it’s how you wrap your toes around his cock just right

it’s not like he’ll stick his nose in your sock drawer, but sometimes, on your off days, he can’t take his eyes away from your feet as you lay on the couch

other than that, he’s a relatively vanilla man when it comes to sex

missionary, little foreplay, he’s about as textbook as you can get

except for his little fascination

i’m so sorry i didn’t know what to write for rook

montagne

size difference

more specifically, cock-stuffing

he’s a big guy, let’s be real

he adores anyone smaller than him, which is a pretty common occurrence.

regardless, he really enjoys being able to pound so far into your guts that he can see a slight bulge in your abdomen

gilles places his hand on your stomach, feeling his movements through your skin

“look at how much i’m filling you.”

he also gets a kick out of being able to carry you around; over the shoulder, bridal, even playfully dangling you by the ankles

the most awkward part is having people assume he’s your father

but nope

that’s your boyfriend

and your boyfriend loves manipulating your body with his dick.

twitch

massages

chances are that she’s sore from work and stress

and she loves physical affection

so some nights, she’ll come home exhausted, you’ve already run a bath and planned on joining her.

she’ll rest her head on your shoulder, with you holding her weight on your chest.

run your hands over her shoulders, trailing down to her hips

hold one there while the other gets to work below

you’ve got to be careful with your touches during work, she gets heated oddly quick.

just to fuck with her, you’d brush your hand against her thigh at the end of a successful mission

emmanuelle gives you a knowing look, as if to ask if you knew what you were doing

you always knew what you were doing

she melts at your touch

just looking at your hands...

doc

post-orgasm torture

the experience goes either way, depending on his mood

some days, he wants nothing more than to be held down by you as you endlessly jerk him off

his abdomen flexes as he’s squirming, begging to cum

once he begs, he knows he’s fucked, because you don’t stop

as his fluids are leaking out, you’re running your hand along his cock faster

he whines and giggles from the overstimulation

his favorite finish is when you’re riding him, semen leaking from your hole as you keep grinding

if it keeps the climax going, he’ll love it

“pl—please stop! no — keep g—going—“

he sounds like he’s on the fence, but he really can’t get enough of the pleasure

gustave has a stressful life, and to feel those moments of bliss means everything

#r6s #r6s x reader #r6s imagine #rainbow six siege #r6s smut #rainbow six siege smut #siege #r6s montagne #r6s montagne x reader #r6s doc #r6s doc x reader #r6s twitch #r6s twitch x reader #r6s rook #r6s rook x reader #plague writes

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junejalow · 3 years

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“Date Night”

Coolguy1245 requested the a prompt of Thermite/Ash going on a date.

Sorry this took so long to get out, I've honestly been caught up with other things but I'm getting back full swing on requests! Hope you enjoy!

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Thermite whistled to himself as he leisurely walked along the halls of the base, he had just finished up some drills under Thatcher's watch and helped him out with paper work afterwards which surprising didn't draw any form of usual complaint from the older man, he was slightly taken aback by the action despite it speeding up the process. Jordan could get work done when in the right mind set and with the right people or on his own even if he tended to procrastinate when left alone, he eventually got the work done before whatever dead line the reports had since he didn't want Ash, Harry, Thatcher or Montagne's scolding on his ass. He sighed at the thought, pushing it aside as he neared his designation. He had walked from the training grounds, court yard, living area to the showers, stopped to fill out reports with Thatcher, hurried along to the dorm section and now he was here. He fished around in his pocket for the key to his room and with one swift movement he unlocked the door and turned the nob. He noticed the lights were already on and glanced to Ash's work desk, sure enough the attacker was sitting there typing away on her laptop with papers strewed around and folders stacked or opened. Her brow was furrowed with concentration to whatever she was working on. He didn't disturb her until he heard the laptop click shut.

"How was training?" Ash asked as she cleaned up her desk, putting papers into the correct files and placing them in storage. She was a organized frantic when it came to things being put in their place, mainly when it was files. She couldn't stress enough how easy things were to find when they were placed correctly, vs the mess Jordan had on his side of things but she never tried to fix any of it since she valued her sanity and the hard Texan always managed to find exactly what he needed. Ash would never openly say it, but the simple act amazed her. He could pick a needle out of a hay stack with one look.

"Same as usual, Although a accident happened. Nothing to bad. Blitz rushed the biohazard container last second and flash banged Jager, caught him off guard, Poor guy tripped over some ruble from a wall I took down and busted his tail bone. Fuze ain't happy about it, nearly shoved Blitz against a wall over the matter." He replied, watching Ash get ready for the date they agreed to go on this afternoon after all of their work was done.

"See, this is why I told Harry it wasn't a good idea to have anyone romantically involved on opposite sides. That exact situation could have turned into a fight and that's the last thing we need."

"Hey hey, it's alright. There aren't any hard feelings. Monty calmed everyone down and they understood it was just training and accidents happen. Even Thatcher didn't leave until everyone was good. It's fine, really." Jordan told her, leaving the shared room with her after grabbing his car keys.

"Not the point Jordan." She sighed out with a light annoyed tone. "I'm not against anyone here having a relationship, it helps in ways. Like you did with me…. I would be drowning in work and responsibilities if you weren't here to tug me back a few steps." He smiled warmly and grabbed her hand, taking their time walking through the hallways of the base.

"I needed you too Eliza, I got no one outside this team. Everyone here is like family of some sort or another but you…damn woman you are so much more~"

"Starting your flirting already? Did your gadget blast you with too much heat?" Ash teased with a smile, shivering faintly to the chilly England air as they walked out of the dorm section of the base and across open ground to the parking lot. Various car's neatly lined up. Harry didn't mind them leaving and exploring during downtime but expected them to come back within reasonable time incase there was an emergency, which seemed to be a lot lately. Half the base was currently deployed to different countries right now. Thermite himself had just returned not even three days ago from a month long mission helping defuse bombs from several sites and hidden factory's the White Masks were crafting and producing. His hands were still sore but he would never complain about it, not when the entire team had come back without a scratch. Sure exhausted and lack of sleep had taken it's toll on all of them, that wasn't anything new to the operators. He wouldn't trade sleep for this chance of a date night, they had been planning this for months now with the last three attempts being stolen away by their jobs calling for their attention. Soon enough the pair were on their way down the road, soft music playing from the radio between idol chatter of news reports about jobs, tv shows, new food brands, touring music bands, and new movie releases. Ash's phone bleeped with a text message, she tried to ignore it since she promised Jordan her attention would be on the date and not work once they left.

"You can answer it Eliza, we're not at the restaurant yet." Thermite told her with a reassuring tone.

"I'm not going back on my promise Jordan, that's not something I do and you know it."

"What if it's Jager letting you know he got called out for a mission? You know he never rests for anything, he's on standby as well." He replied, making a good point. He had personally witnessed the German operator fly them out of harsh situations even with injuries, even though the scolding he got from Doc and Harry himself wasn't very nice to listen too and left the pilot not wanting to leave his room for awhile.

"It's nothing important, if it was they would have called instead." Eliza replied, dismissing the subject. Her eyes wondered to the passing scenery, small stores, café's, old historical areas. Even she had to admit that England was a pretty place. Smoke and Mute had taken them on tours before as a team building exercise that turned into an all day trip, it was much needed at the time though. A lot of them had come back from a mass joint operation that ended in success but not without casualties, they had a lost a hand full of recruits that day. Montagne and Kapkan were emotionally scarred from it, they had personally trained the recruits for that mission just for them to come home in coffins. It took a solid month for them to come out of their depressed states and focus on the bigger issue at hand. She noticed the scenery slowing down as Thermite pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, once he found a decent parking spot he escorted her inside. They found a booth in the corner and settled in, it only took them a few minutes to get drinks and their food ordered. Thankfully neither of them were picky about what they consumed. Living on base with different nationalities you learned to eat whatever was offered by the on site staff who tended to change up the weekly food list to make everyone happy, of course the kitchen was open over the weekend for the operator's. Some enjoyed baking sweets or a simple home dish to lift spirits.

"You know...this is pretty nice. Getting out like this and relaxing." Eliza said with a smile, working at a steak with her cutlery.

"We don't get it often, and I don't count on base movie nights as dates." Jordan chuckled.

"Those are not movie nights, that's just a excuse for our friends to get drunk and fight over the remote for the tv."

"Okay okay, I'll give you that one… even though you stole the remote last time and played that cheesy love movie."

"Jordan! It was not cheesy! It was a good movie and you have zero taste in anything that doesn't explode."

"Really? Coming from someone who launches grenades' at walls?" Eliza paused midchew and stared at him from across the table, after a moment of silence they both tried to stifle a laugh so they wouldn't be too loud.

The two attacker's couldn't have any solid arguments about their own equipment since both were similar in ways. It was all in good fun though and both knew it, bantering like this relieved stress in an odd way for them. Ash waved her hand in front of her towards Thermite when he asked if she was retort any.

"No, no. I'm done. You had a fair point Jordan." She replied with a genuine smile. Thermite found himself returning the same type of smile, He loved the woman sitting in front of him with every fiber of his being for a endless list of reasons. The way they interacted with each other was in the top ten on that list. He could always joke around with her without it being taken serious. They had been around each other long enough to know the faint body signals, the small twitches, muscles tensing or jaws setting a certain way that gave away aggravation.

"Hey, did you still wanna talk about whatever it was you mentioned this morning?" She suddenly asked him, eyes gleaming curiously.

"Right! Right," Jordan said before clearing his throat a bit, he had finished his own steak earlier. Being among the few guys within rainbow that could put a lot of competitive eaters to shame. "Well. I recently got an apartment off base, and…I um…" Eliza waited patiently, concern filling her features. Jordan was never at a loss for words so she knew this was coming important.

"Jordie… what's going on?" She asked softly, using his nickname only she could call him by. Anyone else caught a glare from the Texan that clearly told people not to use it. He glanced up from his scarred hands, pausing to seeing her expression.

"It's not bad! I promise I was just… wondering if you wanted… to move in with me. Maybe take this a step further?"

Her face blanked out for a moment, taking in the request from her boyfriend. Her pulse quickened at the thought of actually living off base with him, both of them would constantly have to take their work home or rush back at a moment's notice should anything happen. But at the same time… having a place to call their own? She felt a grin spreading across her face before she said anything.

"You know what? I like that idea, I would love to move in with you." Jordan felt his chest swell with mixed emotions, happiness, fear, excitement, nervousness.

"Y-you serious? You really want to?"

She nodded, keeping her grin. "Yes, I'm being dead serious Jordan."

Thermite had to stop himself from jumping up and shouting right on the spot, his dream coming true of finally having a more private area with Eliza. A place they could officially call home and not be interrupted at night by loud noises or arguing between operators. "Thank you for agreeing, I'm moving everything next week if that's enough time for you."

"Of course, I can work with that."

The couple soon finished up their drinks and headed back out after paying, they wondered into base and quickly skipped past the common room. Hearing Rook fuss at Lion about drinking too much with them being on stand by, Blitz keeping Bandit from going after them for interrupting his tv show. Glaz and Mute sitting at a table on the other side of the room, the Russian working on a sketch while Mute typed away at his laptop. It wasn't unusual to see the pair together when Tachanka and Smoke were off base on missions. Ash shook her head they couldn't have one quiet afternoon here without something happening but that was the fun part of being with Rainbow. All the different people and personalities. Even if her and Jordan moved to the apartment soon, they would always be here for their family.

#rainbow six siege #thermite #ash #fanficion #fbi

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yonaih · 4 years

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en route II - [ doc x lion ]

posted on ao3 as aIIegro (capital i’s in username)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: it’s shorter than the last chapter, but i really wanted to put this one out lol. ALSO IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE TAGS, SEND ME AN ASK OR MESSAGE !!!!

Much like the eye of a hurricane, serenity came from deep inside Olivier as he stepped into the pristine, dimly lit office. It was much less luxurious than Gustave’s office area at the infirmary. Mounds of finished paperwork crowded the right side of his desk, but the enormous pile of unfinished work loomed above the rest of the cluttered space. It was almost cartoonish. The fluorescent lights overhead gave the cramped room a dingy look and made Gustave appear gaunt and even more tired than usual. Apart from the white lab coat hanging from a hook behind him, the walls were rather sparse. A small wooden cabinet tucked in the far corner had a cluster of small, well cleaned picture frames, filled with people Olivier couldn’t quite see or recognize. Not looking up from his rapid typing, the doctor flipped a page in a file and asked in his heavily accented voice, “Who’s there?”

“It’s Olivier,” Lion said hoarsely, still strangely calm. The storm of rapid fire thoughts had greatly subsided, leaving him stranded with no coherent train of thought. He ignored Doc’s darkened gaze that pierced a part of his soul and radiated suspicion.

“What do you want—”

“I brought you coffee.” Weakly offering the sad, still steaming cup, Lion fought valiantly to soften his neutral expression. Almost a smile.

“I see” was Gustave’s response. His tone was emotionless and steady, but he couldn’t hide the curious glint in his typically stoic eyes. Lion’s behaviour was absurd, to say the least. In fact, it was quite the opposite of his normal self; he was actually rather amiable. Gustave couldn’t just swear him out like usual when Olivier wasn’t even doing anything to provoke him. “Merci beaucoup.” Standing up, he reached over his desk as Olivier handed him the cup.

“You like espresso still, right?” Shifting his weight onto one leg, Lion leaned against the doorframe and tried to gauge the medic’s reaction.

“I...yes, I do,” Doc responded, his voice slightly strained. Immense confusion raged inside his mind, leaving the doctor with a surplus of unanswered questions. “You remembered?” Sipping carefully, he kept his eyes on Olivier, still unsure of how to respond to the sudden act of kindness.

“Oui.” Olivier’s murmured reply was almost too soft for Gustave to hear. Doc remained silent as he sat, both looking and not looking at the other operator. Lion was internally celebrating his first little win, waiting for the other man to dismiss him. His shoelaces have never seemed more interesting, and he was suddenly aware of the lint on his pants.

“Are you going to sit down or not?” Motioning with his free hand, Gustave nodded at a single, tiny plastic chair across from him, giving Olivier an owlish look.

Shocked, he sat down quickly and without objection. He couldn’t have been more surprised by the vicissitude of Doc’s attitude towards him. What do I do? Lion was in a panic, and Gustave could tell, even if he himself was just as clueless. Both were equally lost. Neither could figure out the motivations of the other, and the proximity without toxicity laid the first, pitifully small, stepping stone in a bridge that could remedy the divide between each other. Olivier was still driven by the mysterious yearning for something less like forgiveness and more like a compromise, a treaty. Or at least, he thought he was. Neither spoke until Gustave had finished his coffee and did some finishing touches on one of the folders of work he had completed.

“Was it alright?” Olivier, anxious once more, squirmed a little in his seat and tried to read Gustave's expression. The doctor pushed the finished folder aside and looked at him, his expression void of emotion.

“It was.” In truth, it was too sweet for him, but Olivier had always been one to put in too much sugar. He puts sugar on his buttered toast, Doc suddenly remembered, a pang of nostalgia running through him. He brushed it off.

Taking advantage of the peaceful waters between them, Gustave asked, “What do you want?”

“I…” Olivier started. “I wanted to talk.”

“About?”

“Us. Or at least, what happened in Africa—“

“Get out.” It was abrupt, to say the least. Suddenly guarded, Gustave looked...odd. There was something different about his normally neutral expression. His eyes? Lion didn’t fail to notice how Doc glanced at the picture frames beside him. Was he still bitter over his colleague? Who was it?

“What?” He was surprised. Didn’t Gustave want to get along with him? Was Gilles lying? “Kateb—“

“Leave.”

“I—“

“Now.” Gustave was glaring holes into his own hands, clasped tightly on top of his desk, not meeting Olivier’s eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Olivier found himself outside the tiny office, the door slamming behind him. Even through the haze of confusion and slight anger, Olivier could tell that Gustave didn’t act out of hatred; he was nursing a wound deep inside him. Lion couldn’t understand why, though. Still in shock, he texted Montagne, hoping for an answer. After a few minutes, he got a reply asking to meet him in their dorm. Gilles later confirmed that Gustave was, indeed, caught off guard and kicked him out in defense. The two met in the communal living room, since the other three GIGN operators were off in a training simulation.

“That didn’t go too well, did it?” Gilles gave him a sympathetic smile, sitting on a couch across from Lion. The fireplace crackled softly behind him, casting a warm glow on Olivier’s face as he distractedly eyed the wall behind him.

“Non.” Shifting in his seat, Olivier kicked his legs up onto his chair and sprawled out on the cushions. “It did not.”

“It’ll be okay, mon ami. Africa is still a touchy subject for him.” “You talked to him about it?”

Pausing for a moment, Gilles thought hard about his answer. “I have before. He’s very unwilling to acknowledge it, from what I’ve seen and understand.”

Olivier scoffed, still instinctively bitter about the mention of Gustave.

“Look, he’s not the best at feelings and neither are you. I know you’re just as upset about Africa as he is.” “No shit,” he snarled, starting to get up from his chair. “But he acts like I’m just fucking fine. I’m not peachy keen on having these fucking nightmares about...about Africa, alright? The people that died? I see them, alright? He acts like it’s nothing, always playing the damn victim card! He doesn’t give a shit about how I feel about it.” He punctuated his words with a jab of his hand.

“Hey,” Gilles responds evenly, raising a hand in surrender. Olivier sat back down, still giving him a vaguely hostile stare. “No one said you were perfectly okay or that he’s the one that is right, but I’m just trying to remind you that both of you aren’t always complete opposites of each other. You have similar goals.”

“Hm.” Olivier looked away, thinking.

“You both value lives, just in different ways.”

“Okay. I know.”

“Do you want me to talk to him about it again?”

“Yeah.” A brief lull in the conversation gave both operators a period of reflection.

“Consider it done.” “Merci,” Lion replied grudgingly. He was secretly grateful.

“I’ll leave you be now. See you at dinner?” “Yeah. Bye.”

“Gustave will come around,” Montagne reassured, smiling at him. “And Em is making filet mignon. Don’t be late.” Olivier hummed absentmindedly, vaguely watching him leave. Once the man was gone, Olivier turned to watch the cloudy sky outside their little bubble of a base. It was unusual for him to be this still, but he couldn’t help but concern himself with a seemingly endless amount of possible scenarios in which he could talk to Gustave.

Gilles marked it as a win in his book. Olivier was still mildly upset by Gustave’s outburst in his office, but he was determined to finish what he had started. Picking at some lint on his grey pants, he considered bringing the medic another cup of coffee. After all, they couldn’t beat around the bush that was their past. At least, not for long.

Almost instantly, Lion found himself reliving the Ebola incident all over again. Too late to pull himself out of the hole he had unknowingly dug himself into, Olivier hoped his godforsaken memories brought back something good at least.

He was wrong.

It started long before anything in Africa. His friendship with Gustave, that is. Almost two peas in a pod, they were partners in the GIGN. Olivier still remembered some of the little details about the other man. He remembered the times where they would hang out in a secluded area of the barracks so they could work on the original stim pistol, staying up late to perfect the firing mechanism. He recalled the exact number of iterations and prototypes they had gone through. Seventy-two. As far as he could tell, the current stim pistol design hadn’t changed since then. They spent a little over a year together in the same unit. He knew Gilles was there too, but he had no memorable moments with Montagne. He could easily recount every time Gustave burned his hand soldering. Eighteen. The pictures and scenes in his head were grainy and dim, but he could remember it all.

Most importantly, he remembered his feelings for Gustave. In Olivier’s eyes they probably weren’t reciprocated to begin with, but, to him, it was a trivial qualm compared to the insurmountable wall that came as a result of their last mission as a unit.

They were sent to Africa to keep a quarantine.

Lion shuddered just thinking about it.

Any good that came out of that operation was dashed by the shitshow that was the protocol that Lion had regrettably committed to. What else could he have done? He didn’t remember what he did or what protocol he even followed, but he saw what happened during and after. Olivier didn’t even know if he couldn’t recall the protocol because he had never needed to follow it again or because he was simply repressing it.

Somehow, he couldn’t repress the smell of rotten flesh and charred bodies, nor could he forget the cries of anguish resonating through the haze of something detonating.

None of these flashbacks were new. He had lived through these again and again before, but this time was different. He could remember something else, something faint. This emerging memory wasn’t tangible, but he tried his best to reach as far deep as he could, just to brush the tips of his fingers on the wisp of a fading scene.

The memory came back, as vivid as anyone could imagine. It was more of a picture than an event. A snapshot of time. He couldn’t move, couldn’t hear. He could only see and pray. Nothing seemed to be moving; everything was frozen. Grimly, Olivier focused on observing what was in front of him, desperately struggling to get a grip on what he saw.

It was Gustave. It had been quite some time since the memory took place, but he looked so young here, his head void of any white hairs, surrounded by debris and splatters of blood. A single, deep red drop was caught midair, falling from an unseen cut on the back of his hand. Breathless, Olivier continued to soak up any of the details he could hold on to, despite all of the pain it caused him. There was dirt mixed in with Gustave’s own blood all over his face, dust hanging lazily in the air. His hair was a mess, and his uniform looked faded because of all the sand that clung to its navy blue fabric. He looked defeated.

In his arms was a young child, limbs mangled and hair matted with blood.

There was a lot more blood than Olivier had anticipated.

Almost like taking a step back, he saw the bigger picture. The scene was almost serene, painted like a Renaissance painting. Doc was standing in the middle, cradling the body, his entire self backlit by the gaping hole in the roof of the tent that once served as the medbay. He really did look like an angel, but there was still all of the blood.

And Gustave’s eyes.

A twisted feeling of anger, betrayal, and sadness clouded his expression. His balaclava was almost entirely torn and shredded in places, revealing numerous cuts and scrapes. Still frozen in time, he regarded Olivier with an overwhelming sense of resentment and internalized grief. Eyebrows knitted together, mouth twisted in contempt. The child was still dead in his arms.

It felt like hell again.

Why now? Why would he remember it now?

Gustave’s words screamed at him, but they were too fuzzy, too muffled. It made Lion feel worse. He couldn’t remember what Doc had said.

“I’m sorry,” Olivier mouthed, the view before him dissipating. He found himself in the same position in the chair he was sitting in, the fireplace still crackling merrily in front of him. No one was there to see or hear him as he choked back sobs.

“Olivier?”

He recognized that voice.

#writing #fanfiction #rainbow six siege #rainbow six doc #rainbow six lion #doc/lion #doc x lion #gustave kateb #olivier flament #r6s doc #r6s lion #r6s #r6s fic #idk they kinda gay tho

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Skylar’s relationships with the other Operators!

Regarding this post, I felt inclined to go into more details about Skylar’s relationship with all of the other operators because I needed a distraction from the very bad anxiety I was having at the time. I’m gonna do them by their CTUs to make it easier. Some won’t have much because I have yet to figure the relationship out myself or I got lazy, this post has been in my drafts for a few weeks now.

FBI Swat:

Ash: Eliza was the first person she befriended when she joined Rainbow and she quickly became Skylar’s best friend. In a lot of ways Ash reminds her of her late friend Molly that died in the ambush when she was a Marine and it makes it feel like Molly is still with her. Skylar also has a lot of respect for her and looks up to her.

Thermite: He’s like her older, annoying brother. She loves him and trust him with her life, but at the same time he can really grind her gears. However she does have a real close relationship with him and it’s nice when they sit around in the rec-room, outside or in the cafeteria just talking about their time in the Marines and all the memories that come with it.

Pulse: She’s really good friends with Pulse and he was her honorary work out buddy since the day she joined Rainbow.

Castle: She’s also really good friends with Castle. He made her feel very welcomed from day one and has always been there to lend a hand. However she does wish they would have more missions together.

Flores: She likes Flores and finds his jokes pretty funny. Other than that their relationship is pretty neutral.

Spetsnaz:

Tachanka: Out of everyone in Rainbow she’s the closest with Tachanka. He’s had her back from the beginning, has helped her grow as a person and has taught her a bunch of new things, including Russian. To put it simple so I don’t ramble on about them (because I can) he’s her husband and they have eight (8) kids together. P.S. This doesn’t count for his updated bio because I already had their lives planned out before Ubisoft updated. So the eight kids don’t include his ‘canon’ ones.

Glaz: She’s very close with Glaz and they have quite a bit in common. Both are snipers and both have an artistic background. She’s learned so much from Glaz as an artist, but also as a sniper and she enjoys her time with him. She also calls him her sniping buddy.

Kapkan: She pretty close with Kapkan since he took her under his wing when she joined. She’s learned a lot from him, and having someone like Kapkan take her under his wing to train, helped her immensely in the stealth department. Because of him she became a better ‘hunter’.

Fuze: It took a bit for her to get closer to Fuze because of how quiet he was. But overtime they became quite close and they have each others back when out on missions together. Skylar also finds his voice very soothing so she always has an open ear when he talks with her.

SAS:

Thatcher: Mike was Skylar’s mentor since the day she joined. Six thought it would be best for him to take her under his wing since they shared the same views on technology and Six thought he’s be a good mentor for someone like her. Skylar respects Thatcher immensely, not just from what she’s learned from the veteran SAS soldier, but for also saving her life on one mission. If it wasn’t for him throwing one of his EMP grenades inside that room, her recklessness would have cost her her life. Sometimes, however they do clash because of the age difference.

Sledge: She’s very close with Sledge and loves hearing about all the reckless stuff he did when he was younger. It makes her feel better about her recklessness and knowing she can grow out of it like he did to a point. She’s also had a few friendly debates over the news with him.

Smoke: She’s quite close with Smoke and enjoys his company, especially when they box together. She loves the friendly, yet competitive matches they have every so often. James is someone she goes to when she needs to relieve some stress that Tachanka can’t take away. Where they either talk about their lives as they box or do some simulations and see who can win 5 rounds first.

Mute: She’s not that close with Mute, even though they are closer in age. They’re personalities just don’t add up well off the field, but they can work very well on it.

GIGN:

Twitch: She has a neutral relationship with her, but does admire her knowledge of technology.

Montagne: She has a neutral relationship with Gilles.

Doc: She has a good relationship with Doc, more so after he saved her life during the Outbreak.

Rook: She has a very good relationship with Julien, since he’s only 2 years older than her they can talk about and understand the new lingo going around.

GSG-9:

Blitz: She has a very good relationship with Elias and loves his sense of humor, helps calm the nerves before a mission.

IQ: She has a neutral relationship with her.

Bandit: She has a neutral/good relationship with Bandit. Depends on the day.

Jager: She has a good relationship with Marius.

JTF2:

Buck: She has a neutral relationship with him.

Frost: She has a neutral relationship with her.

SEALS:

Valkyrie: She has a good relationship with Meghan and trains with her from time to time. When she’s not with Finka.

Blackbeard: She has a neutral relationship with him.

BOPE:

Caveira: At first she was kind of scared of her because she had such an ominous atmosphere about her, but over time she grew to like her and have a good relationship.

Capitao: She doesn’t have much of a relationship with Capitao, there more acquaintances than anything.

SAT:

HIbana: She’s very close with Hibana, she was one of the first people in Rainbow Skylar called friend. They train/workout together almost everyday and loves learning about Hibana’s history, training and culture. They also spend quite a bit of time off base from time to time as well.

Echo: Doesn’t have a good relationship with Echo, thinks he’s too uptight and blunt.

GEO:

Mira: She has a very good relationship with Elena and will help brainstorm ideas with her for Tachanka’s LMG.

Jackal: She has a very good relationship with Ryad and has tried his eyenox during a simulation once. They also technically share a birthday. Since he was born on a leap year, he normally celebrates it the 28th, which is Skylar’s.

SDU:

Ying: Skylar and Ying used to have a decent relationship until one altercation where Skylar took Fuze’s side in an argument. And then that friendship turned sour. However there’s no real rivalry between them and they can still work well together when on missions.

Lesion: She likes Lesion, thinks he’s alright and decent to hang out with on base. However she does think the toothpick in his mouth is kinda hazardous.

GROM:

Ela: She’s also very close with Ela and they kinda bonded over their recklessness. They both also share an artistic background and are the younger sister in their families. Ela is someone Skylar can go to and rant and ramble about personal problems while they work on their art and Ela will do the same. She also really enjoys their time off base where they can cause a bit of trouble and blow off steam.

Zofia: She doesn’t know Zofia that much since she’s not on base that often, but she thinks she’s pretty cool.

SMB:

Dokkaebi: She has a neutral relationship with her, but really likes her gadget.

Vigil: She has a neutral relationship with him, but thinks he’s too quiet.

CBRN:

Lion: She’s quite close with Lion. She doesn’t hold a grudge due to his past and thinks he’s strong for trying to make things right as best he can, which is what we all want to do in life when we mess up. And in all honesty, she thinks some of the other operators treat him a little unfairly because of what happened. Yes people died because of his actions, but he was young and being thrown into something like that isn’t easy. She can’t fully blame him for something like that.

Finka: These two have a deep rooted dislike for one another. At first their relationship was neutral until Skylar found out about her condition and then all hell broke loose. Sky thinks her condition is a liability and she doesn’t want to be on a mission with her when it decides to go wrong. And Finka thinks Sky’s a liability due to her recklessness on missions. Six/Harry knows about the rivalry and won’t put them together for a mission or training.

GIS:

Maestro: She has a neutral relationship with him

Alibi: She has a neutral relationship with her.

GSUTR:

Maverick: A fellow New Englander like herself, she has a neutral relationship with him and they occasionally talk about how the New England Patriots are doing this season. Yes I HC them BOTH being Patriot fans.

Clash: She has this weird respect for Clash, because she can respect her for going up against racist groups in her community for a better change and future. And she kind low-key scares her.

GIGR:

Nomad: She’s pretty neutral in friendship when it comes to Nomad. Though she does kind of envy all the places she’s been, and likes how she doesn’t brag about things.

Kaid: Skylar’s not that close with Kaid, then again she’s barely sees him since she’s usually with Thatcher, the FBI or Spetsnaz. But she does respect him.

Oryx:

SASR:

Gridlock: Skylar has a good relationship with Tori and looks up to her in a way. She loves her ‘get on with things attitude’ and doesn’t shy away from the hard work and finds humor in every situation. Being a Marine, Skylar adapted to that very same mindset.

Mozzie: She became very fast friends with him (and his wife) when he joined. She loves his attitude and the fact that he’s a daredevil and quite hyperactive. Their relationship even grew closer when Skylar found out she was having twins and since he already had twins, it was such a relief to have someone she could go to about it.

JGK:

Nokk: She doesn’t mind her and Skylar thinks she’s a nice woman but having her file be almost completely redacted doesn’t sit well with her. It makes her wonder what Nokk’s is hiding.

USSS:

Warden: She’s not too keen on him, something about him just puts her off. So she tries to avoid him as much as possible.

APCA:

Amaru: She doesn’t know Amaru all that well but from what she’s heard from Goyo she seems like a great woman. And Skylar is looking forward to getting to know her more.

FES:

Goyo: She’s quite close with Goyo and enjoys her time with him. She even admires his way of thinking before he speaks, which she has a hard time doing herself and could learn a thing or two from him.

NITEHAV:

Kali: She’s on the top of Skylar’s hate list. Not only does Sky not like the fact that she’s a mercenary, but also how she trains people. Skylar will never agree on breaking someone down physically and emotionally to the point that they’re born anew. And since she’s a merc, it doesn’t sit well with Skylar because they work for their own self interest, so it makes her wonder what Harry told them to make her want to join Rainbow. She also had a few altercations with her, one that caused Skylar to punch her in the face.

Wamai: She hates that he’s a merc like Kali, but Wamai does hold her interest because she thinks he’s pretty cool. But she doesn’t fully trust him and kinda envy's his breathing techniques under water. Other than that they have a pretty neutral friendship.

Ace: She finds him insufferable. Too self-centered, arrogant and too egotistical for her liking. She would rather deal with anyone else but him.

Aruni: The only NITEHAV member Skylar actually likes. She heard about her through Thermite and has heard a lot of good things about her. She enjoys what little time she has with her and loves hearing about old stories involving Thermite.

Osa: Her relationship with her is pretty similar to Wamai’s. Well in the neutral aspect of it. She doesn’t fully like her but neither fully hates her either. She’s just kinda there.

REU:

Iana: She’s neutral when it comes to Iana. She nice and easy to be around and Skylar doesn’t have a problem being on a team with her.

ITF:

Melusi: She has a neutral relationship with Melusi and applauds her for her work she has done on the reserve. It has to be tough trying to protect wildlife from poachers.

ROS:

Zero: Her relationship with Sam is neutral, she looks up to him and respects him, but they don’t really talk a lot. Only in passing or when they need to, he is a busy man.

STAR-NET Aviation:

Thunderbird: She hasn’t really had the chance to really talk with Mina, but the few short conversation she has had with her went well and Sky is happy she decided to join Rainbow.

#oc skylar jackson #rainbow six siege #r6s #otp: the tachanka and his kotyonok #tachanka x skylar #r6s oc

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hoshi-cola · 4 years

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Madison Collins Info

-Madison has shoulder-length wavy chestnut hair, vanilla skin with a pink tone. She has roundish-almond cobalt blue eyes. She often keeps her hair in a messy bun outside of training. In training, her hair is pulled back into a more professional bun or the occasional pony-tail.

-As mentioned in her bio, Madison stands at 5’7” and weighs 139 lbs.

-Madison has 6 total siblings. 2 older sisters, 2 older brothers and 2 younger twin sisters.

-Madison has chubby cheeks. She doesn’t mind them but just don’t start pinching or squishing them unless given permission to. She will throw C4 in your toilet and make sure you don’t get one for years to come.

-Seriously, don’t touch the chubby cheeks. Either pair. Don’t touch her cheeks.

-Madison narrowly avoided death 3 years before joining Team Rainbow. A sniper nearly killed her while she was attending wounds on the field. She was saved by a comrade and romantic interest of hers, who took the shot for her and unfortunately passed a few hours in the hospital.

-Madison has a knack for engineering. It’s more of a hobby rather than a job.

SAS

-Sledge and Madison are on good terms but Sledge does think Madison should stop her constant pranks on Thatcher. This causes a few small arguments but those are often forgotten about the days afterwards.

-Thatcher is a common target for Madison’s pranks. He does find them annoying and will occasionally get pissed off. He will be the better man and often calm himself before confronting her which will make Madison a little salty she didn’t get a reaction she wanted.

-Madison and Smoke get along very well. He, unlike Sledge or Mute, praises Madison’s pranks on Thatcher. He’ll occasionally join in too. The two share a few drinks every few nights and a small rumour has started the two may have spent a night in the same bed if ya catch my drift.

-Mute and Madison don’t get along. At all. She tried being friendly but Mute shut that down almost immediately and a little rudely. It doesn’t help that he isn’t a fan of her pranks either. They don’t enjoy each other’s company.

FBI SWAT

-Madison and Ash are very distant. The two don’t talk much, but neither has a bad opinion of each other. When the two do talk, it is because of their jobs.

-Thermite was actually one of Madison’s first friends when she first joined Rainbow. The two share a lot of bad jokes with each other over a few drinks. He’s the one that tends to cheer her up during tough times.

-Castle and Madison have gotten along very well. Their relationship is more neutral as the two don’t talk much but when they do, it’s a joyous conversation and the two can’t stop joking or laughing. Add Thermite in the mix and the base won’t be silent for hours.

-Pulse and Madison have a semi-close relationship. The two often talk when it comes to missions, training or their gadgets and how they can improve them. Pulse has actually taken her under his wing when it comes to combat training.

GIGN

-Madison and Twitch don’t have any opinions on each other. In fact, they don’t talk at all. Madison can’t recall the last time they talked to each other. Madison is interested in Twitch’s drone, perhaps she’ll inquire about it soon.

-Montagne and Madison have a good relationship. She appreciates his kindness and his ability to keep calm when others can’t seem to do the same. He’s usually the peace-keeper between her and Lion’s fights.

-Doc and Madison are at odds. They don’t appreciate each other’s ways of medical care/treatment. But at the request of Harry, Doc has begun to mentor Madison.

-Madison often protects Rook as if he’s her child, despite their close age-gap. Rook doesn’t mind, he actually likes the sweet attention she gives him.

SPETSNAZ

-Madison has shown her distaste for Glaz. She doesn’t like what he does, which is sniping. Glaz doesn’t seem to care and doesn’t acknowledge her or her feelings.

-Fuze and Madison haven’t talked much. They’ve shared their greetings but the two don’t seem interested in becoming anything more than just co-workers.

-Kapkan and Madison got off on the wrong foot when Madison shared her distaste for Glaz. The two have gotten a bit better although there still is that odd atmosphere. The two occasionally go for drinks with Tachanka every few weeks.

-Tachanka and Madison have gotten along great. The two talk a lot during and outside training. They go out for drinks every few weeks but there have been a few arguments between the two. Mainly over the Spetsnaz and JTF2 quarrel.

GSG 9

-Blitz and Madison are very close. The two get along swimmingly, especially with their senses of humour. They chat a lot in their free time and enjoy each other’s company a lot. Even if Blitz doesn’t like most of Madison’s pranks.

-IQ and Madison have an odd standing. Their conversations are awkward and a tad bit uncomfortable. Both avoid each other for now.

-Jäger and Madison are good friends. She enjoys chatting with him when they’re in the same room. With their shared creativity and curiosity, the two create new devices or odd ways to improve their own devices. Which doesn’t always work out but at least they try.

-Bandit is Madison’s prank buddy. The two are best friends and it’s been like that ever since Madison joined Team Rainbow. The two just kinda clicked and it’s a given since the two might as well be twins from different mothers.

JTF2

-Buck has piqued Madison’s interest romantically. The two met in the Canadian Armed Forces but the two never talked before Buck left. She tries to be around him and socialize with him but Buck keeps his distance like he does with other operators. Madison is confused about how Buck feels about her.

-Frost is a good friend of Madison. She’s often the down-to-earth support and adviser Madison needs when she has some problems. The two have a more serious, less-joking kind of friendship and both seem to keep it that way.

SEALs

-Madison and Blackbeard get along surprisingly well. Madison was actually a bit timid when she first saw Blackbeard, she thought he’d be some sort of no-nonsense, all serious business kind of guy. But she was only semi-right. Blackbeard is actually a laid-back guy outside work and the two get along fine during those times.

-Valkyrie and Madison are more casual acquaintances. They’ll greet each other in the halls and occasionally talk during gatherings but it’s nothing more.

BOPE

-Capitao and Madison don’t talk. At all.

-Caveira and Madison don’t like each other. Their personalities clash and they disagree a lot over the littlest things. Atmospheres tend to grow tense when both are in the same room.

SAT

-Hibana and Madison are naturally close through Pulse. The two have grown a sisterly bond and often defend one another against others. Hibana will occasionally train Madison when Pulse isn’t around to do so.

-Echo and Madison are neutral on each other. They’ve met but their relationship won’t be going anywhere.

GEO

-Jackal and Madison have had some conversations. She’s mainly concerned over his insomnia although he tends to reassure her that nothing is wrong. The two aren’t good friends, more like acquaintances.

-Mira and Madison have become good friends. Mira will teach Madison a few things while she works on some of the gadgets. The two have also become secret gossip buddies.

SDU

-Ying and Madison are acquaintances. They don’t talk often but Ying will admit that it is nice to have Madison around, it cheers her up.

-Lesion and Madison haven’t talked much but neither has gotten any gut feelings about each other so they leave each other alone.

GROM

-Zofia and Madison don’t like each other. Neither can explain why, other than “she takes things too seriously” or “she’s too laid-back”.

-Ela and Madison have done the occasional prank on each other or another operator. Madison isn’t as close to Ela like she is with Bandit but they’re good friends

707th SMB

-Dokkaebi is also like a sister to Madison although, she isn’t as friendly as Hibana. Dokkaebi’s a little more direct and blunt to Madison which Madi appreciates a lot because she needs someone to slap her with the cold, hard truth sometimes. Overall, a strong relationship.

-Vigil and Madison haven’t talked yet but Madison considers Vigil weird and odd. Madison wanted to talk to him at first but after a week of joining Rainbow, that desire died down.

CBRN

-Lion and Madison hate each other. They can’t stand each other and display this almost daily. The two can often be found in arguments over the tiniest of things. Look at them in the wrong way? Huge fight. Overall, they wish to murder each other.

-Finka scares Madison but the two do talk when they go out drinking. Madison often has to keep Finka from jumping onto Tachanka while drunk. The two don’t talk much but when they do, it’s pleasant conversations.

GIS

-Madison finds Maestro pleasant but a little forward. She enjoys his jokes and loves his stories. She could listen to Maestro’s stories for hours and she actually has. She considers the two good friends.

-Madison and Alibi have neutral opinions on each other. Well, Madison does, Alibi keeps her eyes on Madison. Alibi doesn’t fully trust Madison just yet.

GSUTR

-Maverick and Madison have talked occasionally. It’s a pretty neutral relationship but Maverick has made it clear Madison could come to him if anything is bothering her. Madison appreciates the offer and has returned his offer, telling him he could come to her as well.

-Clash creeps Madison out and plus, she’s kinda scared too. A screaming British cop with a shock shield? Madison will pass.

GIGR

-Nomad and Madison are good friends. The two enjoy each other’s company and Madison loves watching Nomad sketch out a few drawings. She finds it peaceful. She’ll go to Nomad if she needs to calm down which happens often when she’s been around Lion. Nomad doesn’t mind, Madison always makes her laugh.

-Kaid and Madison don’t get along. Madison doesn’t like Kaid’s strict training and retaliates against him. This causes him to get stricter and it starts the loop all over again. The two tend to avoid each other.

SASR

-Gridlock loves Madison. She loves teaching Madison all about engineering and considers Madison her student when it comes to the topic of engineering. Madison enjoys Gridlock’s enthusiasm and actually looks up to Gridlock as a role model.

-Mozzie and Madison love creating new gadgets or drones together. The two get together to edit their gadgets, during this time, Mozzie also teaches her about engineering. Mozzie’s been considering allowing Madison to become an aunt-like figure to his twins.

Jaeger Corps

-Madison barely sees Nokk. The two haven’t even greeted each other yet.

Secret Service

-As much as Madison loves to listen to stories, she finds Warden a little annoying. She will listen for a bit but she’ll leave after a half hour if she could. She can’t stand Warden, he annoys her so much.

APCA

-Amaru and Madison don’t talk much, neither seem to care for each other.

FES

-Goyo and Madison have had some chats and like Amaru, Goyo and Madison don’t seem to care for each other.

NIGHTHAVEN

-Madison doesn’t trust Kali. She has this gut feeling that Kali is up to something and is very wary of Kali. Kali doesn’t seem to care for Madison.

-Similar to Kali, Madison also doesn’t trust Wamai. Her gut is telling her that something is wrong about NIGHTHAVEN.

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r6shippingdelivery · 4 years

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How do you think Doc would react to the members of the GIGN getting injured? Your blog is amazing btw 😁

Ahh, thank you so much! 💜 Well, aside from the obvious “he wouldn’t be happy about it”, let’s delve in more depth into the answer, shall we?

It’s obvious that in genral the shtick for the GIGN team is protection: Doc heals, Rook gives extra armor, Montagne literally acts as a huge shield. And then we have Twitch, who doesn’t fall so neatly into this category (and isn’t even a three armor operator). So Doc always worried extra about her, since she doesn’t have the additional protection their other two teammates have, and she’s so terribly vulnerable to attacks while she’s focused on controlling her drone. Twitch getting injured will always worry him, of course, but it doesn’t necessarily surprise Doc.

Montagne seems nearly invulnerable with his shield, but watching him tank ahead or protect a teammate from bullets or explosions will always bring a jolt of sudden fear to Doc. Still, Montagne’s injury record is quite low, so Doc will trust that shield to protect his teammate’s life. For the most part, at least; there always will be a sliver of doubt and anxiety gnawing at him in the back of his mind.

Rook’s expertise in armor and holding a position should theoretically ensure his safety, at least to the extent one can be safe in a line of work as theirs. Therefore, it’s always a jarring surprise when Rook gets hurt, worry consuming Doc as soon as he gets the call for medical assistance. It doesn’t help that he’s the youngest of the GIGN and they all feel a little protective of him, even Twitch who’s barely older herself.

Whoever’s the injured party though, Doc will always act swiftly to help them. Although it’s true that if it’s one of his fellow GIGN teammates, he’ll spend a little more time around them even when the wound isn’t that serious, or he’ll stay by their side and hold their hands if it’s a serious injury. He’s a bit of a mother hen fussing over his teammates, and Rook and Twitch have jokingly called Doc “team dad” more than once. He can be a little overbearing sometimes, and he knows it annoys his teammates, but Doc can’t help worrying about them.

Now, have some bonus angst: what if one of the GIGN died during a mission? He would try his damn best to stabilize them, but the blood keeps pouring out no matter what, and Doc doesn’t even have all the necessary supplies here, and he knows what’s gonna happen but refuses to accept it. Doc would fight tooth and nail to keep them alive, and when he realises his teammate is dead, he would just go really quiet, wouldn’t even answer to anyone’s questions about what happened. He can’t really hear them. Doc’s lost patients before, but none of them were his friend. This is one of his nightmares coming true.Doc would blame himself, even if he knows it’s not true, part of him would still feel like he failed them because he wasn’t good enough at his job. Someone better remind him it’s not his job to perform miracles.

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RainbowSix l Siege

Doc and Montagne have been planning a date night for weeks and just can’t catch a break! After numerous attempts, they settle on cuddling but get carried away.

Rated: E [ Some Doc alone time, They finally get to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) !! , definitely nsfw ] Parings: Montagne/Doc, Bandit/Jäger [ Mention ]

It felt like every time there was a break in the madness that was Rainbow, something would suddenly, inexplicably, unfortunately happen right as Gustave was about to send a text to Gilles. He’d be seated in his office, reclining in the not-so-comfortable chair with nothing to do but kill time. Whatever appointments had been made that day were over and done with, it’s nearing sundown, and he’s waiting for the clock to strike ten so his shift could end.

Fingers would tap the same message each time [>>Want to go out for dinner in an hour?<<] and then BOOM the door would burst open. If not that, he’d get a phone call, or the computer screen alerted him of an incoming message. Mozzie ate shit riding his bike with Mute on the back, Fuze and Jäger had a mishap in the workshop, Bandit tased Tachanka ( it did nothing to him ) and Kapkan stapled the German to the wall in retaliation, etc.

On Montagne’s end, it was no different outside of the subject matters regarding whatever emergencies he was called to handle. Given his easy going nature, ability to break up fights, and calmly knock some sense into people’s heads, it was no wonder he got picked before anyone else. Lion started another fight with the SAS, Maestro and Valkyrie are bickering about who’s camera gadget is cooler, Ela called Echo a lazy fuck and now she’s being tormented by Yokai; the list goes on.

Whenever they did get to meet up, it was on the clock and quite often during a stupid incident they both had to handle. In the case of Mozzie and Mute, the Brit didn’t lean into a turn like he should have and their crash nearly took off Thermite’s shins. Poor Mute took the brunt of the impact, whereas the Aussie had jumped back up on his feet to curse at a pissed off FBI agent threatening to torch his ride. It almost came to blows until the GIGN tag-team showed up.

Knowing Mozzie, he bailed off of the bike prematurely out of habit and left his buddy to become one with the earth. That’ll teach them both to either never ride together again or to slow down a little and work out the details more. Well... maybe. Since when has the pint sized daredevil ever slowed down before in his entire life? Survey says: Never.

~~~~~~~~&~~~~~~~~~~

Planning in advanced wasn’t very helpful either, what with how unpredictable the two love birds’ schedules were. Montagne would have a day off while Doc was knee deep in overtime. They also were’t ever deployed together and that just made the medic mad. He could remain professional throughout an operation while Gilles was there! Up until the larger man was hurt and then he’d probably lose his mind that is.

Back then he was a lot more level headed when it was just the GIGN operating within France. With Rainbow, there were ten times more shit to factor in on top of the obvious risks that the job explicitly entailed. More CTU’s, more men and women, a lot more ground to cover, an expansive array of new surprises. Tension sometimes ran high within the mixed teams, not everybody knew how to leave their baggage back at base, and it all felt like a glorified armed daycare.

Which part of a mission would he rather be in? Right up in the action, stressed out about Gilles, and potentially becoming a liability by slipping into tunnel vision quicker or clawing at his hair, glued to the radio, and picking at his lip until it bled? He’d hurt less people back at base but the anxiety was significantly magnified and his colleagues were beginning to notice.

Out on the field is where he believed he could make the most difference in life and death situations but Rainbow needed him back home terribly as well. Training accidents that could become permanent damage was mended by his expert hands, sickness ( be it from terrorist chemicals or natural means ) was eased by his knowledge. Montagne, as much as he wanted his love by his side, preferred that the good doctor wasn’t assigned to his squad if it was more productive.

It used to not be that way though. One or the other would insist on coming along during the time they were dancing around each other not knowing how to interpret the signals being given. Rumors spread like wildfire about how obvious their love was and that someone should shove them in a closet so they could work out the sexual tension. There were even attempts to get them alone at a bar after arriving with a group so that liquid courage would spill the beans in the form of Je t’aime Gustave and Je t’aime aussi Gilles but to no avail.

Montagne could hold his liquor and wine brought forth all of Doc’s pent up exhaustion, leading to an early bed time. Having the medic drink something else was like pulling teeth as his response was always “I’d like to remain in control of my mind and body, merci.” while the taller Frenchman chuckled. Sometimes, however, he’d try a sip of whatever Gilles had accepted. It was fifty-fifty on whether or not he’d like it but zero chance of him ordering it again. Doc was a hard nut to crack but it all paid off in the end.

~~~~~~~~&~~~~~~~~~~

“I am getting really tired of all this madness. It’s like we’re cursed!” Gustave ranted, throwing his hands up and knocking a stapler off of his desk. He looked down at the damn thing like it had offended him by toppling over when it should have just remained put. “It is rather perplexing. Has there been a full moon recently?” Came Gilles’ calm voice as he picked up the stapler to place it back where it belonged. All his lover did was roll his chocolate brown eyes and sigh. Everyday felt like it had a full moon attached to it, bringing forth the age old curse emergency services workers dreaded. Tack that along with the Q-word and you’d have a recipe for disaster.

“I heard there was a nice Japanese place in town. Why don’t we-” Sadly, the shield operator was cut off by the ding of his phone. He looked down at the pocket it was contained in with a sigh that starkly contrasted the fury building up inside of Gustave’s red face. With the shake of his head, Montagne placed a quick kiss to his lovers lips and departed, not knowing that his partner was secretly daydreaming about strangling whomever pried them apart.

This trivial text happened to be IQ snitching about Caveira’s apparent stalking of Glaz. The sniper was well known for spotting the shit that nobody thought twice about. Shifts in daily routines, objects moved out of their usual place, mood swings, and, of course, his uncanny ability to pick up on when he’s being followed. So far he’s caught Taina six times and she’s pissed about it, refusing to give up even though she knows it’s childish. This will take hours of conversation, some translation, and bringing Timur in to resolve the conflict.

Meanwhile, Doc has treated a nasty gash Seamus acquired while teaching Aria how to cook traditional Scottish dishes. They both share a love for food and wanted to surprise their fellows with what they’ve learned from one another. Good friends, those two. She’s even given Sledge some dating advice when he accidentally let slip that there’s another guy he’s interested in. While it was nice to hear that this injury was just an accident and not some rage fueled wound, Gustave wished it never happened. For one, he doesn’t like seeing his colleagues hurt and two, he needs this alone time with Gilles.

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It’s been nearly a month since he’s shared a bed with Montagne and everyone’s starting to notice how grumpy Gustave is getting. Hell, he can’t even sit with the guy in a friendly setting let alone a romantic one! Quick kisses and light touches ( such as the brushing of their hands together or a shoulder squeeze ) are all he gets and that’s unacceptable. Gilles is on a mission this time in Russia with Buck, Fuze, Jackal, and Gridlock. He’d also planned a coming over the night he got deployed for takeout and a makeout sesh that’s obviously not going to happen now.

The upset on Gustave’s face at how badly the universe is treating them is almost palpable upon the doctor’s tensed up form. He’s had six cups of strong coffee, going on seven, and it’s barely even ten o’clock. Breakfast is quiet in the cafeteria at Hereford Base until he hears Bandit announcing his arrival. “Man, you look like you really need to get laid, Gus.” For a guy that doesn’t shrink away from Kapkan’s frightening gaze, the look Doc gives him makes the hair upon the back of Dominic’s neck stand straight up.

He mumbles some sort of excuse to get away, steps back quickly, and departs while everyone tries to avoid eye contact when Gustave glowers at them all from his table. The rest of his day is spent talking only when it is necessary and retreating to his room immediately upon its conclusion. The staff posted for night watch better figure out how to operate without him unless the patient is literally going to die if he’s not there. He’s got faith in them only because he wants one uninterrupted night to shave off some neglect.

Rook and Twitch went out with Blitz and IQ for an evening of casual drinking so he’s got the GIGN quarters all to himself. It’d be nice if his lover was here, but a dildo with similar length and girth will do. Gustave is wearing one of Gilles’ shirts that had been worn for half a day and wasn’t quite dirty yet. It smelled of his cologne and was a size too big to fit him, but that didn’t matter. He’s taken up residence in his lover’s room, they often do this when one was away, it was comforting and arousing all the same depending on what the intention was for this consensual invasion.

Even though he didn’t need to keep the noise level down for a while, Gustave had already decided on forcing himself to be as quiet as he could. Preparation was done a bit quickly, fingers pushing in and scissoring right away with a groan of need tumbling from his lips. He’s touch starved to all hell and knows he’ll regret that come morning when the ache kicks in. Squatting with his feet planted flush with the floor ( thank the slav squad for helping his balance with that ) one hand holds the dildo steady while he sinks down onto it.

It hurts going in and Doc doesn’t feel inclined to wait for proper adjustment until his cheeks meet the floorboards. “Fuck... Why did Six have to choose you again?” Montagne was an amazing operator, highly skilled, very sexy.. Get on with it Gustave. He can already see that perfectly sculpted body as if it were beneath him, holding a strong grip on both hips. It takes him longer than usual to come; soft thumping against the floor combined with muffled moans and uttered encouragements slurring into curses until a choked sound signals the end.

He’ll sit there for a moment, still anchored onto the dildo with a shameful mess in front of him, and sighs when he finally catches his breath. It’s not the same but it is satisfying. After he cleans up and tucks himself into Montagne’s bed, the rest of his team has returned and gone their separate ways to conduct nightly rituals to get ready for sleep. He’ll greet them in the morning with a smile and a tired yawn.

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It’ll be a week before Gilles returns and during that time frame, Doc decided to ask Dominic ( of all people ) for advice. The German already knew he was dating his colleague, it was obvious as fuck, but felt inclined to help a friend in need. He kinda owed it to Gus after the crude comment in the cafeteria a few days ago. Out of all the wild things Bandit suggested, a vibrator worked the best as it was simple / discrete and pleasuring himself in the shower made cleanup so much easier. It all came down to timing those sessions right so that he wouldn’t have to be so worried about the noise.

He spaces out masturbating with getting additional work done in preparation to have a clean slate in the foreseeable future. Bandit offers to give him a quickie here and there, but he refuses. Discussing it with his partner must come first even though they’ve talked a little bit about it before. Someone they trust would be a better alternative than trying to go at it alone. Montagne trusts Dom while Doc thinks he’s rather annoying but trusts him as well. If he didn’t, he’d not of spoken up about his sexual frustrations.

Brunsmeier can and will take secrets like those to his grave along with other personal shit. They’ve often spent nights sitting together on the roof of the base venting about past trauma, talking about hardships, and laughing when one of them remembers something stupid that’s funny now that it was over. Bandit’s a good man, you just need to see through the jokes and rough exterior. If he’s pranking you more than others, he likes you.

Inquiring a second time felt too awkward, so Gustave decided to wait out the last handful of days. He’ll be the first one up to the helicopter so that absolutely nothing can get in the way of their date night inquiry. Since they obviously couldn’t go anywhere, having a glass of wine or whatever Gilles felt like drinking in their quarters was a decent alternative. He’s ordered takeout and goddamn it this private time is going to happen!

The deployed squad shuffles off the helicopter one by one, taking their gear with them. Thankfully nobody looks seriously injured so there goes that speed bump. Montagne is the last to have his boots touch the ground, he’d been talking with Jäger and thanking him for a smooth flight. He didn’t have to but it was a nice thing to do. Now, about that date... “Gilles. You and me, tonight, my room. I’ve got food and great wine.” Doc received a quick nod for confirmation and they carry on with renewed energy to finish the day. He can’t help but catch a sly grin and a thumbs up from Bandit when he passes by in search of his engineer.

Dominic will probably ask questions come morning and, for once, Doc won’t mind. The man did help him without judgement or ridicule. He also kind of wondered how much experience Bandit’s had with how in depth he went with his explanations sometimes and the terminology. It was both embarrassing and intriguing to listen to if you ignored the gestures the German made with his hands. Gustave’s selection of the vibrator earlier was the absolute most vanilla shit apparently.

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Night falls and Gustave passes on custody of Rainbow’s health to the poor souls taking his place for the graveyard shift. He’s definitely not going to answer any calls now. Critical emergencies will have to wait too because getting untangled and yanking on boxers or pants won’t hide an erection. That would be the worst case scenario: Doc rushing to the medical wing with a bouncing hard on re-trapped within one or two layers of clothing trying to concentrate on saving a life when he knows everyone can see the obvious bulge will be a night he’ll never live down.

It makes him shudder just thinking about it or is that Gilles behind him unintentionally breathing against his neck? They’re on his bed, naked save for their underwear, with a glass of red wine in their hands. The cheap takeout has been consumed a while ago and did a fair job at filling their bellies. Gustave has made himself comfortable, basking in the feeling of skin on skin contact and the gentle rise and fall of his lover’s chest. If their evening remained this way, he wouldn’t be all that upset. He is content listening to what happened during the mission through his love’s point of view. It went off without a hitch, Rainbow had caught the White Mask’s with their pants down.

Speaking of that, Gustave decides he’s going to wiggle a bit and pretend he’s adjusting so his back won’t hurt and the weight distribution doesn’t make any limbs go numb. He gets a heavy sigh in return, a kiss to his neck, and that makes his cheeks flush a light pink hue. “I was so lonely while you were gone.” He mock pouts, tilting his head up to watch Montagne chuckle. Tending to all of the base’s boo boos and ouchies doesn’t count for having company and he knows that.

“Were you now? I’m sorry to hear that.” It’s sincere, yes, but the underlying mischief in Gilles’ voice doesn’t go unnoticed. His wine glass has been set down and Gustave’s is taken so that it too won’t get in the way. The hitch in the medic’s breath tells him all he needs to know the moment fingers dip beneath the thin layer of cloth that dares to say it’s held some kind of modesty. “Let me make up for it, oui?” He doesn’t even need to hear an actual verbal confirmation with how eager the younger man is by getting up and demanding for them to switch positions.

It isn’t always this quick. Most nights they take their time, indulge in tantalizing touches, teasing one another for what felt like hours, making it all last as long as they can. Tonight won’t be that tame, Gilles won’t deny either of them what they’ve both wanted and could not have. Months, it’s been literal months since the were able to make love and not settle for a quick blow job or hasty wanking in Doc’s private office. They better use what time they have before it’s gone, claimed by a persistent curse neither know how to dispel.

Montagne is on his feet and pulling his lover flush against his body, kissing him deeply each time he feels his lover’s lips part for more. Oxygen becomes a luxury for a short while, something they need but cannot have without separation. It’s not fair, really, but breathing is obviously necessary and the show must go on. He hopes Twitch has decided to take up space in the workshop next to the usual one or two operators that sometimes call it home. Rook slept like a rock and nothing short of a smoke alarm or gun fire will wake him up.

A quick squeeze to Gustave’s ass makes him frown in disappointment when nothing else follows it up. It doesn’t last long, however, once he realizes it’s a silent demand for him to lie down on the bed while Gilles finds a bottle of lube in one of the dresser drawers. So he does as he’s asked, lounging not-so-patiently with a fist curled around his cock, pumping it slowly simply for the stimulation it provides. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he was lonely. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, it makes the dick get hungrier. Bandit said that and Gustave laughed so hard he started to wheeze.

The pad of Gilles’ thumb pressed against his lover’s puckered hole as he descended upon him. Careful ministrations intended to loosen it up so that a finger can breach the taut muscle. A curious thought crosses the mountain’s mind when it gives more readily than it should, accepting the initial digit without much protest. He’s beginning to think his lover’s impatience must have escalated while being left alone for so long. “You spoke with Dominic didn’t you?” He chuckled, receiving an honest nod that quickly turned into a spine arching moan as a second finger was pushed in.

“I’ll have to thank him later.” That could mean a number of things considering how close they’ve let the German get into their relationship. Marius didn’t seem to mind seeing as how there have been no objections yet. The pilot was well aware that his partner has been giving the two Frenchmen advice but that’s the fullest extent of their interactions. Now’s not the time to get lost in thought though, Gustave’s legs are being hiked up and over the larger man’s shoulders. While he’s not all that flexible, it isn’t uncomfortable yet. They’ll start to ache halfway through and burn the next day, a cost he’s willing to pay in full.

“Come on, mon amour. Haven’t I waited long enough?” Doc whined, pouting when an eyebrow was raised in response. How needy, but who’s he to deny such a wonderful man what he wants? A pillow is tugged over and shoved beneath Gustave’s lower back to give it cushion and raise his hips more. It’s the little things like this Gus loves, how conscious of his lover’s comfort Gilles is. Again there isn’t nearly enough preparation ( and that worries Montagne ) but Gustave insists on progressing right this instant.

“This may hurt a little...” The older man warns, receiving no indication that his partner cares. He’s a doctor, he understands, and frankly has had enough of the delay. Gilles slicks up his cock with a healthy amount of lube, guiding it to where it needs to go before pushing in slowly. A bitten hiss is forced through Doc’s teeth, his primary focus now shifting to relax himself around the steadily growing girth burying itself deep within him. It’s a mixture of pain, an uncomfortable stretch, and rising pleasure at feeling the familiar warmth.

At hilt deep, he’s given time to adjust that Montagne will not allow to be skipped. They aren’t as young as they wish they were, too much carelessness will ruin the experience. And so they wait, exploratory hands detailed the muscles of Gustave’s chest and stroking his sides while he gets lost in the gentle touches. Gilles knows exactly how to make his treasured love feel like a king, whether he’s nestled atop his lap or pinned beneath him. On queue, which this time is a squeeze to the taller man’s thigh, Touré slides back.

His first series of thrusts are slow and careful, drawing out a pleased hum from Gustave’s throat. They have a well practiced rhythm, it starts at a crawl and picks up to a steady beat both can last their longest on. By no means is it ride or die, in fact, someone like Bandit might find it boring. The position Doc is in allows Gilles to drive in deep at the expense of a now growing ache in his legs. They bounce atop the taller man’s shoulders, his cock left unattended on his stomach. He won’t touch it, not yet, it’s too soon.

Adjusting his angle draws out a moan from the doctor, one somewhat louder than he intended it to be. Using a little more force produces the same results and Gilles knows he’s found just the right spot to drive Gustave wild. The sound of skin hitting skin, husky breaths, and Doc’s voice is a filthy symphony in an otherwise quiet part of the base all the while he’s being encouraged to let go and praised for how good he feels, looks, and sounds.

“Pleasure yourself, mon Ange, let me hear your enjoyment.” Gilles says so sweetly, letting go of his lover’s hip to guide a hand to the neglected shaft spilling precum on glistening sweat soaked skin. Fingers curl around it and pump in time with the heavy thrusts pounding his consciousness into oblivion. “There you go, that’s it.” Now Gustave’s mouth is hanging open, eyes glossed over and fixated on the older man’s beautiful hues.

The burn in his knees is only getting worse but Doc doesn’t feel it anymore. Warmth is pooling in his gut and he can’t string together coherent sentences, repeating Montagne’s name instead along with a few expletives coming out in mixed French-English jumbles. He’s always been the noisier of the two no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. At some point he loses that restraint and drowns out the growls and grunts from his faithful shield. It’s when he becomes silent that Gilles knows he’s reaching his climax.

With teeth gritted and red flushing his cheeks, Touré chases his own orgasm in the form of less coordinated and more forceful thrusts that have Gustave’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. He hears his name shouted into the heavens and can feel the contractions of Doc’s body as he cums, painting his chest with each spurt. Riding upon that high, Gilles keeps going until he buries himself deep, presses their chests together, and groans into his lover’s ear.

Having nothing to hold them up, Doc’s legs drop as far as the broad body in between them will allow. They both need a minute to relearn how to breathe correctly and see straight. “God I needed that..” Gustave pants, earning a breathless chuckle from his partner who has raised himself back up on shaking arms. He pulls out with the same care as he had initially going in, giving them both a good look at the mess that had been made.

Rather than attempt standing, Montagne rolls over onto his back and smiles when he feels Doc turn to snuggle against his side. They’ll worry about showering and changing the bed sheets tomorrow. Neither of them have the strength to bother this time.

“Je t’aime, mon Ange.” Gilles hums. “Je t’aime aussi, mon Trésor.” Gustave yawns, placing a kiss on his lover’s cheek.

#rainbow six siege #montagne/doc #montagne #doc #bandit #jager #fic #i am garbage at describe these things and the ratings #I also might have to fix typos I may have missed but #this fic is finally done!

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