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Nya-rius „Jäger“ Streicher

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I feel like I need to talk about this, Jäger is lowkey underweight for his job.. He is 5'11 (1.80) and 141 lbs (64kg), and should probably be bulking and working out a lot, it feels like he should be at least 160 lbs, right? I'm not super into fitness but when my brother was that weight (he is 5'11) he looked scrawny 😭

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On Edge

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x Ryad "Jackal" Ramírez Al-Hassar

Summary: Jackal and Jäger are both training as attackers and defenders respectively. Jackal tracks Jäger while he is roaming.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, no blood since this all happens during practice.

Words: 862

This is a little one shot for bestjagermain on twitter!

Jäger put his last ADS down near an entry point, and took a deep breath. He could hear his teammates moving about, setting up site for the imminent entry of the attackers. Though he knew it was only practice, he was still very on edge, with Mira calling the shots.

He checked his mags and took a mental map of how the site was set up, before Mira yelled out a few orders. "Jäger, Caveira! You're both roaming, understood? Jäger, you head for the east entrance, Cav, go for the west entrance." Jäger and Caveira both nodded and headed to their respective positions.

The building was quiet, except for the sounds of his teammates walking upstairs. Though he's done this multiple times, he can't help but feel stressed. He takes a shaky breath in as he roams the hallways, keeping an eye and ear out for anything out of place. He can't hear anything but his own breathing and heartbeat. It's nerve wracking, hearing the sound of his own footsteps bouncing off the walls.

His grip on his gun tightens as he peeks around corners, making sure the way is clear. He's worried, looking over his shoulder constantly, he does not want to get flanked. His team depends on him after all. His headphones crackle to life, with a desperate call from Blitz. "ONE SECOND FLOOR, CASH ROOM, FU-" The radio cuts off, leaving him in eerie silence once again.

He's not sure if Caveira will be going after the person on the second floor, and right as he decides to continue roaming, he gets a transmission from Cav. "I'm dealing with Ace over here, Jäger go after him!" She's clearly out of breath, so he sneaks his way to the second floor. He quickly gets to the server room to find it completely empty.

It's eerily quiet upstairs, the distant sounds of gun fights in the background. He clears the server room, aiming his gun at anything he finds suspicious, before peeking in the cash room carefully. He walks in slowly, making his footsteps as quiet as he possibly can. The only sounds audible are the beeping and buzzing of the electronics in the room.

He hears his own breathing as he peeks at an angle, keeping an ear out for any footsteps. He turns suddenly, having an odd feeling of being tracked. There's no one there. He's just met with an empty room as he peers into the garage. He watches it for way longer than he should. It might just be the atmosphere, but something is making him more on edge than usual.

Then, he hears a single footstep. He turns instantly, only to be met with a wall. Scheiße. He decides to rotate back to the points, knowing he's most likely already been spotted. He moves quickly, but whoever is hot on his trail moves quicker. He doesn't hear anyone as he makes his way back to the stairs. Then, he gets a gut feeling. His heart drops as he immediately turns around to shoot.

Unfortunately, he gets met with the hard concrete wall against his back. His gun had fallen out of his hands, the violence of the pin having him disoriented. "You should be more careful, cariño." Jackal's voice is hushed as he presses the blade of his knife against Jäger's throat. Jager can't feel the cold of the blade thanks to his balaclava, but he can feel the sharpness of it and the pressure Jackal is putting on it.

Words fail him as his breathing gets more laboured. He really wants to reply with a quip, but all he can do is stare. "Cat's got your tongue, amor?" Jäger shakes his head quickly. "N-no, you just scared me." He feels almost relaxed at the sight of Jackal, despite being held at knife-point. The pressure Jackal is applying to his knife lightens.

Jäger's hand comes up to hold Jackal's on the knife. Jackal has a cheeky smile, but Jäger is still trying to calm himself down from the sudden scare. "You're dead and out, Marius." Jackal speaks, before completely withdrawing his knife. "Thought so." Jäger chuckles quietly. Jackal lifts Jäger's balaclava just high enough to see his mouth and closes the very small distance between them, kissing him. Jäger kisses him back without hesitation, just wanting to enjoy this small moment of "privacy" between the both of them.

Jackal pulls away, and Jäger can't help but smile. "Good luck, liebe." They can both hear footsteps from the upper floors, so they go quiet for a second. Jackal completely moved himself off of Jäger. He continues his way up the stairs and looks back at him. "You better go before my good mood runs out, my love." He's teasing him, and Jäger just shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face.

Jackal disappears around the corner and Jäger sighs. He pulls his balaclava down and makes his way out of the building, only to be greeted by the blinding sun once outside. What a fucking dick. He thinks. He'd never admit just how much he likes it though. Not even with a knife to his throat.

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YOUR ART OMG HE'S SO SJKWKW HIS ROCK ON?? THE WAY YOU COLOUR IS SO SATISFYING OMGGG

YOU DRAW HANDS SO WELL, THE WAY YOU COLOUR HIS HELMET 🥹🥹

Idc what anyone says... This 41 Y/O man is very girlypop.

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Part 2 of Jäger's HCS has me in brainrot againn! 👏(Seriously, you're the goat of Jäger content, ily)

Golden retriever Jäger and black cat Y/N have been simmering in my head ever since the dog personality HC.

YES YES YES OMG I need to write a drabble about this asap... Brain food fr

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Infantilization of reader is a phenomena that needs to be investigated..

“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-

eeughhhaa🤨

brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧

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THEY'RE SO CUTE OMGG, YOU DRAW THEM SO WELL (I'm also going feral over Jäger jdhebjs)

My fave R6 defenders are besties <3 

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More Jäger headcanons because he won't leave my head and I'm still insane for him..

🧮 (there is no calculator emoji for some reason so the abacus will do) Jäger carries a calculator in his back pants pocket like he does his phone. He always has one with him, it's a habit, he doesn't like using the calculator on his phone, he thinks it's a hassle to have to turn his phone just for it to become a scientific calculator.

🎸 Jäger plays Guitar Hero!! He played guitar hero during his late teens and he was absolutely obsessed with the game, finding time between helping his uncle and studying to game. He still plays it, he has a nice set up for it back at his flat, with an old wii and a few of the remote guitars he's collected since the game came out. Yes, he is an absolute beast at it.

🔭 Likes astronomy! Throughout his childhood and teenage years, he's wanted to fly so I think it's very likely this man also thinks astrology is fascinating. You'll catch him reading studies, watching movies about space. If the documentary is about both AI AND space? You will be hearing about it for weeks. He owns a nice telescope he keeps at his flat for when the sky is clear, he definitely lives somewhere closer to the country where there's less light pollution.

🐕 It hurts me to say this as a cat person but he's 100% a dog person. He radiates dog energy. When he retires he wants his own dog, and he definitely takes that small high pitched voice when he talks to a dog. I would see him with a border collie, an australian shepherd or a bernese, but he's definitely the type of guy to get a rescue. He likes high energy dogs, until he's trying to work and they're begging for their third walk of the day.

⛰️ He likes hiking! To piggy back off my dog headcanon, this man loves high energy dogs because he takes his dog hiking with him. You can bet your ass that that dog is trained extremely well and responds to commands instantly. He'll never go on super long hikes alone, since it's more of a hobby he indulges in occasionally than anything else, but he has gone on week long hikes with his friends.

☕ He is a coffee connoisseur. He knows his brands, knows the best ways to make coffee, and loves to spoil visitors when they come to his flat with amazing coffee. Even though he settles for cheaper, regular coffee at work (I don't think he's picky about his coffee, as long as it wakes him up), he definitely loves to impress his coworkers by getting better coffee for the break room every once in a while.

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OH HIS EYES HOLY SHIT 🥹🥹 I HAVE NO PROPER EMOJI TO COMMUNICATE HOW YOUR ART MAKES ME FEEL SO TAKE THE KEYBOARD SMASH JSJSJSKEKWOOWSKSWW FUCK

THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL IN HIS HELMET FOR THE VISOR?? THE WAY THE THINGY IS LIFTED BC HIS VISOR IS LIFTED??

THE LOOK IN HIS EYES OH MY GODDD IF HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT I THINK I WOULD JUST DIE, PASS AWAY, EVAPORATE LIKE ASH BABY

I just adore drawing him

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God he's such a fucking nerd I love him so much 🥹

He’s a nerd, your honor.

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How the flowers bloom

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader

Summary: This is part 2 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader series. Jäger explains a bit of his work to you.

Warnings: None, this is all just wholesome fluff!

Words: 1.6k

Part 1 - Part 2

This is still not proofread! Criticism is welcome, and I do take requests for this fic :)

Your front door opens, the creaking of the hinges resonating through your house. The sounds of a person taking their shoes off can be heard from upstairs. You peek over the railing of the first floor, only to spot Marius. He has his bag slung over his shoulder, and a tool case and a big black unmarked case on the floor.

He lets his bag fall to the floor, and with everything else he's brought, you realise he's come here to work. He sighs and looks around the kitchen, before picking his things back up and heading to his office, a spare room you had let him set up shop in since he was over so often.

He closes the door behind him, without even saying hello to you. Your curiosity is piqued as you slowly go down the stairs and through the kitchen to get to his office. You sneak your way to his door, not wanting to alert him to your presence, and carefully lean your ear up against it.

You can hear him unpacking his work, the metal of his tools clanging on the wooden desk and the small, ambient music coming from his bluetooth speaker. He sighs as he starts to work, or you assume so as you can hear the soft sounds of him putting his screwdriver down to pick up something else, something that sounds heavier. You've always loved watching him work. It's one of the things in life you find calming.

You wonder if he'll mind. He didn't say "hi" like he usually does, and that worries you. You push those thoughts away and head to the kitchen to make him some coffee, assuming he's tired. The coffee machine starts with a soothing hum, and you take out a mug for him.

The machine fills the cup with coffee, and you add cream and sugar to his liking. You pick up the cup and carefully head back to his office, making sure not to spill anything. You open the door slowly, to find Marius completely engrossed in his work.

He doesn't notice you, keeping his head down and biting the end of his pen. He is focused as he leaves the pen in his mouth and adjusts a few screws on his project. He takes the pen out of his mouth and writes down a few notes, before sighing and stretching. He taps his pen on his desk twice before flipping his project around.

"Marius." You call out softly, approaching him from behind. He tenses up before immediately relaxing and turning to look at you. "Schatzi! I didn't know you were home." He fidgets with his pen, twirling it in his hand absentmindedly. He puts his hands on his thighs, discreetly wiping them before clearing his throat. "The house was so quiet so I wasn't sure..."

You hand him his coffee and he quickly takes it, avoiding touching your hands with his as he does so. "Yeah, I was just reading upstairs." You explained as you leaned forward on his desk. He leans back against his chair, putting some distance between the both of you. "Can I watch you work?" Your question makes him hesitate, and he looks behind him for a second before looking back at you.

"Uhm. Okay, just, don't get too much in my personal space, ja?" He jokes as he drops his pen on the floor. He sighs and slowly bends over to pick it up. As he goes to pick it up, he accidentally pushes it away from him and just looks at it for a solid few seconds. He bends over to pick it up, but you've already beaten him to it.

You swipe it from right under his nose and for a second, your face is so close to his he thinks you might put him out of his misery and kiss him. But you don't. Of course you don't. Instead, you back up after putting his pen back on his desk and smile at him. You turn away to drag a chair next to him so you can watch him work.

The silence is tense, at least to him, and the only thing filling the silence being the soft music playing in the background. He should not be blushing like that around you. He's pushing 40 for fuck's sake. Why is his body reacting to you like he's in high school again? His heart is beating hard when he feels you lean in close to him to see his work better and he hates it.

He decides to act like you're not there, like your presence doesn't bother him. Like every time you smile at him or touch him it doesn't make him a little more scared of dying on the job. It's beyond frustrating for you to always be so god damned close to him, for it to not affect you like it affects him.

He's so focused on ignoring you, he doesn't realize he hasn't been working for five minutes. You don't know why he's just frozen in place like this, his screwdriver just hovering over his personal project, even though he doesn't even need to screw anything in. "Marius." You call out softly, trying to keep yourself from chuckling at just how distracted he is. He nearly jumps out of his skin as his grip tightens on the screwdriver and he seems to notice he hasn't been working.

"Ja?" He doesn't look back at you, and you think he's just trying to focus up, not noticing the fact that his cheeks are bright red. "Explain what you're doing right now. I'm confused." Oh God. You're smiling when you ask that, and you don't realize he can hear it even though he's not looking at you. "Oh, ja, I can do that." He takes a deep breath and finally starts explaining. His words are a bit rushed, not the usual calm, passionate cadence you're used to.

"Essentially, I'm trying to lessen the resistance so it takes a minimal amount of power to work. I'm worried I might have wired the circuit wrong though." He explains as he puts his screwdriver down with the rest of his tools and starts looking at the different wires on the circuit board. "So, see, here the power should be of 110 watts but it doesn't seem to output enough to turn on my test bulb."

The more he explains, the more you can see his shoulders relax and hear his cadence slow. You admire him really, the expertise with which he navigates around his circuit, the confidence he has working with such complicated objects. His passion for his work is palpable, and he gets so into his work he's not realising you've slowly been getting closer and closer to him to get a better angle on what he's been doing.

His hands work expertly with the small wires as he explains everything to you. He talks a little fast, making it tough for you to understand everything he says but you enjoy listening to him regardless. He always waits for you to confirm you've heard what he said before he continues. You miss small cues. Like how his grip seems to tighten on the tool he's using every time he feels your breath on the back of his neck. How every time he notices your closeness, he trips over his words.

You watch him attentively, absorbing whatever information you can understand. He starts to trail off, focusing more on the equations he's trying to solve. He taps his pen on his desk as he thinks, and you try to solve it in your head to see if you can help him.

"Liebe." He calls out suddenly as he looks at you. He's still tapping his pen on the desk absentmindedly as you hum in response. "Hm?" You tilt your head slightly to actually look at him. He looks away for a second, before you hear him sigh and he looks back at you. "You wanna go to the museum later this week? There's a, uhm, cool exhibit they've just added on planets, you might like it."

You don't answer as you try to think of when you're free, but your lack of answer seems to make him follow up on his question quickly. "You know, just uhm, you and me.." His voice trails off awkwardly. It's nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to do things one on one. He's your best friend after all. You pull your phone out to check your calendar. "Friday?" You ask him curiously.

His face lights up immediately. "Ja, ja, I can pick you up too." He seems almost too eager that you have accepted his offer. You're not sure why, but you're happy he's not so tense anymore. You miss how his pen tapping on the desk has gotten quicker, how he now seems to have a smile plastered on his face, the way he completely relaxes now that you've said yes.

Your phone rings, breaking the moment. "I have to take this." You grimaced at the sight of your boss calling you. "Of course of course." Marius replies, and you finally notice how brightly he's smiling. You leave his office, answering your phone, and he closes his office door after you exit. You've just missed how he celebrated quietly in his office, and how he nearly knocked his project off his desk because of his celebration.

His happiness is contagious, you think. You yourself feel giddy and you're not sure why. You briefly look back at his office door as you talk to your boss, before focusing back on the heated conversation over the phone, still completely unaware of how he'd travel to the ends of the universe if it meant he could just be with you.

Sorry for a slightly shorter chapter! I'm really busy with college so I haven't had as much time which is why I took so long (also had writer's block haha) I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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OH MY GODDDD

doggie hehe

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Oh my lord.. You and me both, my best friend laid down her life for this cause 🫡

"One of my better tactical strategies is to stay alive. So far, so good." HE'S SO FUNNYY

I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO JÄGER'S VOICELINES. I'M ACTUALLY TWEAKING, CHAT.

I'll gladly hook this man up with dinner.

Save your friend or have dinner with Jäger? RIP to my bsf, may his soul be at peace. 🍷

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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD SJJAJAAJ YOU'RE DOING HIM JUSTICE AS ALWAYS HE LOOKS SO GOOD SO FAR

him...he's so...

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HES SO PERFECT

My favoritest little guy 💚

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Hello! Are requests open?

Ofc! It's on my pinned post, I'll update it as I go :)

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If you are taking some requests. May I request the fan favorite french lady Twitch with some cuddle hcs?

Of course! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I've been busy and distracted with a myriad of different things 😭

Emmanuelle definitely loves cuddling. She's a very very touchy person with her partner. Though usually she settles for just a hand on you in public, or a quick kiss when she has to finally separate herself from you, at night, in bed she's very clingy.

She loves spooning. 100% a big spoon. She doesn't care if it gets too warm, she's holding you tight until she falls asleep. Her face is against the back of your neck and her arms are holding you close to her, to make sure you don't slip away.

If you don't want to spoon? That's fine with her, she'll settle for using your shoulder as a pillow, essentially still holding you very close to her. She might have a leg over yours if it's cold. She does move away if asked, especially if your arm gets numb from the weight and placement of her head.

She also loves using you as her very own weighted blanket. Doesn't matter your weight, height or gender. She loves the feel of your breath on her neck while you sleep, a sign that you're there and alive. Your weight is comforting and she gets to have you as close to her as physically possible. And as a bonus, she gets to move you into a more face to face cuddling position if she gets uncomfortable.

I don't think she has a favourite position, she just likes having you there with her. Though if she had to choose, she'd decide to be all tangled with you, face to face, so you can't get away from her and she gets to kiss you when you're half asleep.