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Summary: Taina is a good adoptive mother, despite her unconventional methods.

tags; parenting, sfw, reference to Caveria’s anti social personality disorder, wlw relationship, you’re a parent now, beta read by : @cosmiccutie18 , ily, not spellchecked tho I don’t do that here

Taina is a complicated woman. You’re into that.

That’s what you tell most people when they ask why you, of all people, share a wedding band with Rainbow’s residential interrogator. She was strong in places you weren’t, and you were soft in places she wasn’t. After a month of knowing eachother, you both had quickly noticed how in tune you were. You knew you loved eachother after three. Then after that, about a year later, you both knew you wanted to spend the rest of your possibly short lives (due to your job) together.

Your coworkers were a bit shocked, to say the least. They say opposites attract but no one was expecting you two to come together. However, after a drunken vent to Thermite at a after mission party, practically everyone at Hereford knew in the next hour. There were mixed responses. Some thought it was just a joke, asking you if you were pulling your April’s Fools nonsense early this year. Others believed it was dangerous, that she might be hurting you, or likewise you might be hurting her. Luckily, most congratulated you after you told them it was completely serious.

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On days where her past caught up to her, and she couldn’t bring herself to speak in public, you were there to drag her away from the crowds. You would whisk her away to a private section of the gym, so she could work out her problems. You would lay nearby and listen to her break sand. Whether it was her brothers driving her mad, Doc making her beyond livid, or God forbid Harry trying to make her go to counseling, you were there. She was glad you understood what she needed, as most people couldn’t read her.

On days where you couldn’t stand the sound of your own voice, or the sight of your own face, she would be there to break a mirror and put on a movie. She would be there to find the problem and fix it as soon as possible. On days where you would dispute with coworkers, she would be there behind your back, daring anyone to try to land a hand on her Coração. You appreciated her head and her heart alike, knowing both of her sides were always with you.

Suffice to say, you loved eachother. Then one day, you both decided to share that love.

Despite what people say, Taina is a sweetheart. You knew this when she would insist on feeding a stray outside the apartment, or donating an extra few cents at the store. The day you found her privately reading adoption articles online, you decided to have a talk.

At work, she had talked to a few of the other ops during a break from training. Alexsander and James were bragging about their daughters. Despite seeming uninterested, she couldn’t help but snoop.

She explained she had no interest in having her own children, as did you. However, she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something. She told you about all the kids she knew while working for BOPE. The children she contacted on the streets for inside information, and how they never got a chance to grow up. How they never knew what family looked like, only what they didn’t have. It broke her heart at first, and she tried to convince herself she could desensitize herself to it.

Short story: it didn’t work.

So, you two came to an agreement. You would adopt, if you could manage leave from Hereford.

At first, you wanted a baby. Then you both considered how many older kids are looked over in adoption. You suggested a teenager, but she said she wanted younger. You agreed on a child around ten. Sex didn’t matter, neither did appearance. And no matter what they had been through, you were going to protect and care for them. They were going to be your child, after all.

After going through so many checks and forms, you were allowed to adopt a year later.

Taina cried when you met her, the first time you ever saw her do so in public. That night, she carried your child home, the little one refusing to let go of the broad woman.

A year later, your daughter had become comfortable around you both. Her name was Rose. Nine years old, put into the system at seven. She reminded you of Taina, with her quietness and little fidgets. You took care of her as your own, swearing to be there for her and your little family. While you were busy raising her, Taina was busy spoiling her rotten. You accepted not being the fun mom, but you could deal with it, seeing them both smile so brightly. Due to reasons beyond your understanding, you weren’t given context behind her adoption. Most likely for the best.

However, you could infer. From her reactions to Taina appearing in silence, she was always on edge. Your child couldn’t sleep at night, and rarely spoke. Despite what pain it brought to you, you knew she had been through something she wouldn’t be ready to address in a long time. It tore Taina apart. The woman knew what her bebê was going through. Growing up in poverty, never knowing if her family was going to be safe or not, she could relate to her on another level that went by you.

Rose’s problems continued, through emotional outbursts, sleeping trouble, and even moments of panic that seemed to come out of nowhere. At lunch, one moment she could be halfway through a meal, then another she would be red with tears eyes. She would cry uncontrollably, only being able to point at what was bothering her. You would hold her, comforting her through her fits. Unfortunately, they started while Taina was on a mission.

After a particularly bad fit, you had called Caveira when Rose was put to sleep. The woman answered instantly, wondering how you were and how Rose was as well. After expressing her woes and explaining her job this round, you broke the news to her. She paused, visually worried, and told you she’d be back soon to help through a stammer. She didn’t know what to do either, but she knew she was going to have to do something.

About a week later, your love was home. Rose ran down the stairs once she heard the door, almost tripping over her own feet to meet Taina. The woman didn’t bother to take off her vest or even put down her bags. She was just content with holding Rose up to her chest, carrying her around the house practically the entire later half of the day. She only let go when dinner was finished, but still then, she wanted to be near Taina or in her lap.

That night, when you were putting her to bed, she didn’t want to let go of Taina’s arm. She cried, trying to pull her mama down into her little bed. You stroked her hair, asking her what was wrong. She was quiet, an aura of fear surrounding her. All she could do was tear up and point to the other side of the room. After a few minutes, you were able to calm her down and she fell asleep...only to wake up screaming halfway into the night.

You and Taina were fast on your feet, running to her room, fearing the worse, only to be encountered with the same problem. A glazed look of fear and a gesture to the other side of the room. You relented, bringing her into your room for that night. She slept well after that, until the next night.

Rose stayed with you again that night, only to wake up halfway through it once more, clinging onto you for her life. Taina scanned the room, trying to find the problem, only to be met with the same pointer finger again. She followed her daughter’s lead, eyes landing on your closet. She stood up, trudging across the room, fist raised as she ran into the closet. The door slammed against the wall, showing it as empty, aside from your clothes and gear.

Your daughter grew quiet, smiling. Taina smiled back, giving you both a kiss before falling back to sleep, Rose quick behind her. You sighed in relief, following.

You thought this was the last of it, but you were wrong. The night afterwards, Rose slept in her own room. You had finished cleaning up for the day as Taina came out of the shower. You were switching into your pajamas as she wandered into your shared room, smiling.

“Aren’t you in a good mood?” You grinned, happy to see her so content.

“She’s made it a few good hours. I think we fixed the problem.” She laughed leaning her head onto your shoulder, resting her eyes. “What has she been through to scare her like that?”

Your hand fell onto her jaw as you contemplated the words. “We will know one day. I don’t like to think of it too much, but she will heal on her time, no matter what happened. Did she ever tell you about her dreams?”

“No, never. I think she’s ashamed of talking about them with me. I hate it.”

You sighed, laying down with her. You fixed the pillows and sheets as you sank down into your bed. “Someone’s always there trying to ‘get her’. Like the ones you have, but I think she’s reliving some sort of event.” You shivered, thinking about the words she spoke to you after you finished her schooling for the day. The tremble in her voice, the fear in her eyes. Beside you, Taina raised to put a hand on your shoulder, still. She was quiet and unfazed, by you knew what she was thinking.

“I think it’s best to not think about it.” You muttered as you wife nodded in agreement. Eventually, you nodded off into sleep, with Taina’s arm behind your pillow.

The room was pitch dark, with only one sound waking you up. Rose screaming. Much louder than you were used to. She was yelling hysterically, pleading in the language she shared with her other mother. It didn’t just sound like a nightmare this time. You and Taina moved in a flash, sprinting down the hallway. Your feet slammed against the floor as you swung Rose’s door open, Caveira was behind you, the knife she kept at your bedside in her hand.

Your daughter was alone, pointing at her closet again, that had no signs of being opened. Rose was swelling with tears, panting through gulps of air, if she had a sob choked down. Taina took only a second to act, rushing over to your daughter. “Rose, what’s wrong?”

Rose spewed a bunch of words, not understandable to you. A mix of syllables neither of you understood. You gently layed a hand on her back, petting her slowly. “It’s alright, we’re here. I’m here. Mami is here. You don’t have to say anything...” Taina was quiet beside you, eyes fixed on your child’s closet. Taking another gulp of air, Rose managed to speak and point. “He’s back, but you... you just don’t see him. He’s hiding and I can’t find him.”

Taina turned her head, looking your daughter in her eyes. “Bebê, who?” You interrupted, “He—“ Taina spoke louder, realizing something you didn’t. “No, you don’t have to say, where does he hide?” Your daughter calmed down for a second, raising a hand to point at her closet. Taina turned to the closet, raising her blade, a look of sternness coming over her face.

You recognized her stance.

Caveira raised her leg, before striking the door with the bottom of her foot. It flew off its hinges, sounding off as it crashed into the back of the closet. A hole was left where the hinges tore themselves off the wall. Rose blinked beside you at her destroyed room. It grew quiet, aside from your daughter’s soft breath.

Taina turned to her, “He’s not in here. Want me to check the rest of the house?”

Rose nodded, leaning into your chest as you picked her up. You left her room, heading to yours. Taina led the way, silent as a mouse as she turned the corner with her knife. Her body language mimicked what you recognized as her prowl during missions. Your daughter could tell she wasn’t fooling around.

Your bedroom’s closet was soon demolished, the blinds on it soon cracked into splinters. Your daughter watched her other mother in amazement. Taina cleared the large closet, knife still raised blade up.

Soon, you all stalked downstairs. Eventually, your daughter let you put her down. She followed behind Taina, mimicking her moves. The living room was next. Taina peaked around the corner, clearing the section in her line of sight. She crept her way towards the closet where you kept the extra tables and blankets. The wooden door was thin, easy to break, but no light could leak through its cracks. You pr daughter hid behind you, only tilting her head out from the corner of the doorframe.

Taina wasted no time wasting it either, with no mercy. It was soon left shattered, on the ground. Your heart pained thinking of the costs, but your daughter’s soft smile was worth it. Taina crept back over, in a whisper. She muttered to her daughter, “C’mon, we still need to check the pantry and bathrooms.” Rose nodded, taking her mother’s hand.

Taina made quick work of the pantry, letting your daughter check it for herself afterwards. The guest bathroom was destroyed. The shower curtains were torn down and the little closet for shampoos and towels was layed on the floor in waste. Eventually, only the last bathroom was left. Rose was walking with confidence now.

Taina looked at you, gesturing you forward. You knew what she was trying to say. You took a step forward, biting your lip. You weren’t jui jitsu artist like Caveira, but you had boxed with Craig a couple of times. You sized up the door, planting yourself, before knocking it down with a crash. The last closet in the house was demolished. All was now quiet and your daughter was beaming.

Rose looked up at Taina. Your daughter quickly dried her tears, amazed by your wife. There wasn’t a trace of fear on her little face.

She kneeled down, talking to her daughter. “He can’t hide from us now, bebê. He’ll have to show up in person. If he does, I’ll show him what those doors went through. And worse. No one will hurt you while momma and I are here.”

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Mentions of Blood

Relationships: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)

Summary:

Second Chances sound like a blessing, especially when you hold the power to undo your mistakes. Not participating actively, the Holder of the Snake watches the battle while staying in the shadows, studying the opponent and getting to know their weaknesses before helping the team lay the final attack. And that is what guarantees the Miraculous Team its success. The Snake's ability to remember the mistakes of the past and then build upon them as they live the same reality once more helps the Team to work upon their mistakes and gain an edge against their opponents.

What they don't realise is that the Snake remembers everything. Every. Single. Thing.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Plagg/Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug)

Oh...oh hell yeah

General SFW Relationship Headcannons - Elias “Blitz” Kötz

This. Man. Is. A. Train.

Not in a bad way or anything, but expect some unintentional bruising. He doesn’t know his own strength sometimes. This, combined with his unruly amount of physical affection, has caused some odd situations. Laying on a couch post workout? Be prepared for the German to launch himself at you. Cooking dinner? There will be arms around you. Reunion after a mission? He will sprint once he sees you waiting on him. It’s like dating a damn Golden Retriever.

He also gives no warning. Stay alert.

He even clings in his sleep. His teammates have a shared photo album of the ridiculous poses they’ve caught him in. If you’re sleeping with him, he’ll just see “PILLOW” written across your forehead. He also runs like a space heater, so no blankets for you. Also, big spoon. Fight me.

Even in public, he’s affectionate. Holds your hand everywhere. On the job, he’ll cool it down, but he’ll still be looming. If you guys are sitting down somewhere, he might put your legs in his lap, or just lean his head on your shoulder. He just wants to make sure you’re still there.

Even though he’s very affectionate, he doesn’t get too jealous. He might make a comment to someone coming onto you, but he won’t outright yell or throw hands. He’s rational.

Gym dates.

Park dates.

Hiking date.

Go exercise with him please. Gym rat.

He’s attentative. A dad friend, if you will. 10/10 times of the day will ask you if you’re feeling well. “Have you ate yet?” “Are you tired? remember to pace yourself.” “Libeling, are you feeling well?” It’s endearing.

So. many. freaking. petnames.

“Liebling.” “Liebe.” “Schatz.” “Y/N-chen.” “Maus.” “Bärchen.” “Hase.” The sappier the better. His teammates hate it. If you don’t know German, they all refuse to translate. That’s all on you.

Sometimes his affections get embarrassing. He loves seeing you flustered or getting you to laugh. He lives off of the noise.

His humor is his best quality. You guys can be out somewhere, and he’ll just mumble an absolute knock out of a joke and wind you. You don’t know how he does it. It comes from nowhere.

If he’s been drinking heavily (which is extremely rare, as he’s always the designated driver of the group) he’ll blabber about you for hours. Slurred words, he’ll stumble everywhere.

Monika has a video of him mumbling about you when they went out drinking as a team. He asked Dominic if you were single. When he said you weren’t, Elias sobbed. Whole crocodile tears.

He sees his teammates as family, and if he’s with somebody, they have to meet his family.

Speaking of teammates...

If you’re dating Blitz, you’re also dating Bandit.

Sometimes you feel like their third wheel. They’re practically brothers. They act like wild teenagers if they aren’t watched.

Sometimes Dominic will just come up and slap him on the ass just to annoy you. You can be at Elias’ apartment, and Dominic will show up without a word for dinner. He does it in purpose to bug you. Elias apologizes to you for hours because of Dominic. You laugh it off. Surprisingly, Dominic might include you when he pranks Elias... Buuuut most of the time you’re just left with flour in your hairdryer and your boyfriend drenched in water. Expect Elias to curse about Bandit in his sleep.

“Gottverdammt, Dom.”

Despite his aloofness, you feel like Dominic is watching you sometimes. While the ex-undercover doesn’t say anything directly, you have a feeling if you hurt Elias in any way, he’s going to do something about it.

Monika, or IQ, slowly becomes a sister to you.

When Dominic and Marius (Jaeger) steal Elias for a night out, she’ll kidnap you and you’ll spend a night together. She acts like a doting mother to Elias. She sends you all kinds of blackmail on him. It’s adorable. Elias feels like you two are plotting against him. He tries to peep, but you two are the only ones who can yell at him.

You two got off on the wrong foot. When you met Monika, she literally threatened you. She told you if you ever hurt Elias you’d be next. However, she soon learned Elias loves you as much as you love him. It worked itself out, after she figured out your intentions.

Marius likes you.

When you met Marius, he was working on his gadget. You expected a blunt insult, but instead he just complimented your eyes and continued working. He cares for Elias dearly, and appreciates that you’re watching over his friend. It was refreshing compared to the others. Elias told you Marius wanted to spend more time with you, which was surprising to you and him. The engineer isn’t the most social, outside of his team.

Pushing all of his energy and affection aside, Elias is a tender person. He takes failures hard. He appreciates having you and his teammates to pick him back up again.

I can absolutely do this. I crave more Jaeger content as well, my dear. （◞‿◟）

I hope this is good enough ;-;

Check out the platonic headcannons here: https://whats-in-the-canister.tumblr.com/post/624579522476589056/would-you-be-willing-to-do-being-platonicbest

SFW Relationship Headcannons - Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Right up front, Marius knew he liked you. However, he didn’t really know how much he liked you.

It took him a while for him to address his feelings. His teammates heard about nothing else but you for a few weeks.

You thought he didn’t like you at first, as he barely talked to you. He avoided you like the plague, but would joke and laugh with everyone else as if they were related. He later on told you he was just afraid, almost intimidated, to talk to you.

“I thought you were too good for me, or something, I don’t know.”

“Marius, sweetie... why?”

“I-, uh, I don’t know?! My head just spinned off my shoulders for a while...”

Dominic was glad he wasn’t talking his work up for once, but was still concerned over his friend’s jumble of confusion.

Elias was the most helpful, listening to him, but he didn’t want to push him towards confrontation. He did help Marius identify what he was feeling, however.

Monika, on the other hand, was the one who locked you and Jaeger in the tech lab together, and was the person who held onto the key that kept him from leaving unless he confessed.

With sweaty palms and weak knees, Jaeger confessed to you that night. He hates when you tell the story, because after you said yes to his “Ugghhmmm, mmm, uhm... I was wondering if you’d like to go out..sometime. Like together. Together. Like we’re together as a couple... together.”, he almost collapsed from relief.

It was a miracle his heart didn’t fail in that moment.

Dating Jäger is truly a unique experience.

Date nights include: watching weird geopolitical documentaries and cuddling at two o’clock in the morning, wheelchair racing in Hereford’s hallways, and of course, the classic ‘pass out on the living room floor before pizza’s delivered because we spent hours up in the tech lab painting the ads systems to look like Wall-E”

While he’s not very affectionate in public, Marius makes up for it with his constant praise. He tends to show off a lot, without realizing it. It’s not that he’s cocky, he’s just extremely proud of his work and his partner’s entire existence. “Mein libeling” is your name now. Good luck.

He has a dream about flying you two somewhere for a break. Outside of work, where you’re not getting shot at, or in immediate danger.

When he’s off in a foreign place on a mission, he likes to bring back little trinkets for you.

If you’re in the same line of work as him, he directs a lot of the attention he gets towards you.

He’s your hypeman 10/10. He’s constantly telling you how good you look, and how great you are. It’s absolutely endearing.

His coworkers are unwillingly subjected to the praise everyday. He has yet to notice.

While he can get in slumps every now and then, he tries his hardest to ignore it. You reminding him that he can’t just avoid his problems helps a lot. You’re his rock most of the time. His pride is hurt easily, but having you there to heal him helps. He’ll do the same for you. Without question.

While he does run cold, he loves cuddles. If you can ignore his algor mortis hands, he’ll be all over you at the end of the day.

He likes being around you. It’s hard for him to focus on one thing at a time, but he wants to be with you always. The problem is: his head won’t let him.

Just let him lay on your chest, or put your legs over his while he looks at his phone/the tv or reads. He loves it.

He still has a few scars (mental and physical) from Operation Chimera. He doesn’t really talk to anyone about the experience, aside from Doc and Harry, when it’s mandatory. Even his team doesn’t know how he’s coping.

Once you guys are together for a while, he opens up about it. He lets you see the scar on his chest first. Later on, he tells about what really bugs him: the mental scarring it caused him. He had trouble piloting for a while. Afraid what happened last time would repeat.

Absolutely!! <<33 I hope this is alright, I’m still trying to get the hang of Marius’ character,,,

Platonic Relationship Headcannons - Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Being best friends with Marius is a wild experience, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would you.

Marius is an extremely creative and a highly curious person. He’s not the best in direct social situations, but if he was interested enough in you when you meet, it wouldn’t take you two too long to become close.

After your first meeting, it doesn’t take any time until he’s dragged you into the tech lab to show you his gadget or something else he’s working on. The man is constantly on the move. Expect a lot of out of nowhere notes and conversations.

He’s trusts you and asks you for your opinion on his work when he’s at a stump. Every engineer needs a rubber duck, and he’s claimed you as his. Brags about it.

He’s easy to rant to, very blunt with his opinions. Expect him to tell you the truth when you go to him for advice.

You both take your lunch breaks together. Probably somewhere quiet where you guys can talk by yourselves. It’s refreshing. Sometimes it’s just you two sitting in silence scrolling through your phones and occasionally showing each other memes, sometimes it’s you two and maybe another engineer throwing baseballs or confetti balls at his ADS. You never know what you’ll both get into.

He’s very proud of his work, and I imagine his friends would hear about it nonstop. The word “humility” is sadly not in his vocabulary. Being best friends with him would lead to getting to see a lot of his work behind the scenes. Texts you early in the morning along with pictures of his cluttered work desk or even disassembled gadget.

When he’s not knees deep in work, he’s just as fast as he is on the job. Past times with him easily become adventures. You two are respected as individuals at Hereford, but you two are even more powerful together.

When he’s curious about something, he doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied. Same goes for you. It’s easy to get him interested in something you’re involved with.

“What’s (example)?”

“Beats me.”

“We’re about to find out, get in the car.”

He is a bit of a film buff. Invites you over to watch movies all the time. Usually stuff outside of both of your guy’s comfort zone. Expect something with subtitles or odd amounts of artistic expression. You bring the snacks and he’ll bring the blankets. This also includes outrageous amounts of documentaries.

His teammates and uncle definitely know about you. They’re glad he’s got someone to talk to.

Though he’s not very good at it, he’s your wingman. If you guys are out in a group, he cracks jokes and likes to point people out in crowds to you.

“Aren’t they cute?” “They look just like your type.” “Y/N, do you like brunettes?”

If you do it to him though, he will pretty much collapse in embarrassment. Won’t say anything about it. Sometimes he’s gotta have a taste of his own medicine.

He’s always up late at night. If you’re nocturnal like him, you’re in luck. He’s always there to talk. If you’re not, I’m so sorry. He doesn’t hesitate to send you memes or news articles at 2:32 in the morning. Turn off your notifications.

He’s straight forward, in a good way. He’s bad at reading people, but if you tell him what’s wrong, he’ll immediately start trying to help. He’s cares.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Y/N, are you hurt?” He asks, seeing you start to tear up in the tech lab.

After you tell him what’s wrong, he’s already out the door and back in five minutes with your favorite drink and a snack.

He picks up on the little things. If you don’t know something that’s going on, he’s probably remembered “so and so saying this” and “so and so doing that.” He’s also good with dates, surprisingly.

Oh my gosh I love this, thank you so much!!

Okay so, I have a few ideas:

Shield Operators most likely to use their shields as sleds.

1. Shield recruit. (Despite not existing anymore, they will always exist in my heart.)

The recruits are honestly the most chaotic individuals on base. Everyone else has done their share of dumb things, but they’ve learned from it. If they try to pull off something stupid, it usually ends with no injuries. The recruits have yet to learn this skill.

I can picture a recruit taking a sled off the roof of Hereford’s offbase house. Boogyboard style. One of the members of their CTU watching, of course. They just wait for their senior officer to show up to beat them senseless. The other recruits watch in awe before likely either Thatcher or Kaid comes to rip them apart.

It was definitely recorded and brought up every winter, however. No one has forgot. The recruit wasn’t reprimanded, due to embarrassment acting as its own punishment.

2. Blitz

Despite being a very worried guy, always watching after his reckless teammates. However, he’d be lieing if he said he hasn’t done some dumb stuff.

It was Bandit’s idea. Blitz’ defense? Dominic has a silver tongue, he couldn’t help it.

It was Christmas on base. They had a party. Blitz drank a little too much, and his team took notice. In his defense, they dared him.

His shield is the sturdiest, next to Montagne’s. He went like a freight train off the roof, landing ass first in a pile of snow. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he did bruise his entire back.

3. Fuze.

Fuze is a smart guy, but he’s apart of a very dumbass CTU. The Spetsnaz boys are a little too rowdy sometimes.

He probably does it every now and then, when they’re all joking around. Glaz was the first person to suggest it.

Every single one of them did it at one point or another. After a night out, Shuhrat went first. Then Timur. Then Alexsander. And eventually, with some convincing, Maxim.

None of the other CTUs know about this. Fuze likes it this way.

He went of their old base’s roof. On his knees. They lost him in the snow.

4. Montagne.

Gilles is a very protective person. He can be a bit overbearing with his teammates’s health. He constantly has an eye on them, and makes sure they’re always doing things safely.

However, he also hates seeing them down. Especially Twitch or Rook, and his recruits.

When the kids weren’t feeling too good one winter, he couldn’t stand it.

Seeing the younger operators lounge around like they were dying and waiting for the lord to come take them, sent Gilles into a fit. But after seeing the snow fall down outside his dorm’s window gave him an idea.

He went outside, across from the commmon area’s main window. In casual clothes, carrying his shield. Everyone immediately took notice.

He didn’t go off the roof or anything, but he did surf off a nearby hill with his large shield. Everyone, downright confused, flew outside, thinking he’d finally gone insane. However, he was ready. As Julian came out first, he was immediately smacked down with a snowball.

It was a good day, despite Gustave’s annoyance at everyone’s colds the next morning.

5. Clash

Clash’s shield isn’t too thick. It’s a riot shield meant to keep people at a distance. There’s also a lot of open circuitry she has too worry about.

Morowa doesn’t really stick to any CTU, aside from the SAS. However, she just sticks around them for reasons involving nationality. She sometimes fights with Thatcher over police vs. military relations.

Smoke suggested the idea to her one winter, after seeing the recruit’s antics. James was soon disappointed.

She scoffed and asked him is he was takin the piss.

Hello, everyone! It’s me. I live. Since I’ve been getting a lot of requests recently, I thought I’d lay down some rules.

Don’t worry, they’re not too strict. Even if you accidentally break one of them in your request, I’ll message you and we’ll revise your request. <3

All of my writing is under #noirewrites

-Characters-

This is strictly a R6S/SIEGE blog (sorry, guys). I prefer writing x S/O’s or x readers as I am deathly afraid of shippers coming after me.

I write for pretty much any character in the R6S universe, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I have a preference for writing a few particular lads. (Doc, Smoke, Caveira, and Montagne)

-What I’ll Write-

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reader of any gender

Character headcannons

Relationship headcannons

matchups! (They’re fun, more specific the better)

Angst

Gore

Fluff

Comfort

Mild NSFW (be warned, I may not complete your request)

Specific reader (I’m here to please)

-What I Won’t Write-

major NSFW

Relationship between underage reader and mature character (I do not tolerate this, and I will not hesitate to call you out.)

Yandere (No.)

Character x character (I may make exceptions later on, but for now this is technically an imagines blog)

Anything that I find derogatory or insulting

That’s about it! I may be coming back to revise these rules, if all goes well.

I’d like to apologize in advance (this blog is a hobby and I’m a busy student) for any spelling errors or mistakes that I don’t notice.

I’m an open person, and I’d love to interact with my followers on a personal note! Don’t be afraid to message me with a specific request or fic idea (I have one in the making rn, coming soon love ;))