If You Have Time And Its Not A Bother, Could You Do A Part Two To "Ma Petite Fleur"?

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Hello again,

I feel bad for asking for multiple things, but... could you do like a heavy story?

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-Tavern/Stary

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Ropes and Dingos

◇ TF2 Heavy (non canon)story

◇ warning: some blood and violence

"Hello"

The day started pretty chaotic. Scout was hiding from Medic, Spy found Demo asleep in his wardrobe, Soldier was mad at Merasmus for not celebrating 4th of July with him, and Medic was looking for Scout to sew him extra limbs. Heavy meanwhile was alone in the kitchen, making himself a nice coffee to start the day. He sat down on the chair, ready to take a sip when suddenly the phone in the living room started ringing. Since no one was around, he put the cup of coffee on the table and picked up the phone.

"Oh good! It's you, Heavy. Pauling here. We have a job for you. It's from the Administrator herself"

"What does the old woman want now." he asked.

"Well, she- huh? You want to- sure. Of course. Heavy Administrator wants to talk to you"

For a moment, things went quiet, and then finally he heard a deep breath and a sharp voice answered him.

"I have a proposition for you. And believe me, it is worth your time"

She stopped and lit another cigarette.

"Do you remember the last time we spoke? It was when you fought against your fire loving friend. I remember giving them new weapons and leaving you with nothing. But today, it might change. I can deliver new weapons to you by the end of the week. Does that sound good for you?"

"Heavy wants to know the prize for it. I know that offers like this don't come without doing something in return"

"Going straight to the point, I see? Verry well, the administrator placed her hand on the folder that was lying down on her table.

"Last week, I was looking through files Saxton Haled had sent us. Mostly useless garbage that is not even worth mentioning. But one of them caught my eye. It was about Charles Darlings' zoo. Or more like a piece of newspaper from that day. A famous Australian philosopher made a bet that he would enter a dingo cage with his hands and feet tied and escape alive. Of course, I failed because the ropes with which he tied his hands were made of australium. After this 'accident,' no one went inside that cage again. I'm starting to think you know what I want you to do"

"Yes. Heavy also wants to know why you are sending Heavy and not someone else."

"Huh. For a man that doesn't speak much, you do have a lot of questions"

She sighed.

"It's because my last messenger fell into the Tuforts river with nuclear toxins. The hallucinations were so strong that now she thinks she is a mermaid and lives in a well. And because I want to see if you succeed. Is this a sufficient answer for you?"

"Yes. " Heavy answered.

"Good. Miss Pauling will send you more details later and remember. Succed, and you'll be rewarded, fail, and you'll get nothing. That is all"

After those words, she hung up. Heavy sighed and went to his room, waiting for more information about his mission.

A couple of hours later, Heavy stepped into the zoo. He was wearing more civilian clothes and had a small bag, full of necessary equipment. He walked up to the map to find where the Dingo paddock was. Soon, he was walking down the path until he stopped, noticing tape straped around, with a big sign next to it saying : DINGO PADDOCK CLOSED.

Of course, that didn't stop him because he just passed under the tape and started walking along the path, finally reaching his destination. He looked around and noticed a small building with an open door. He quickly went inside and looked around. It was a small control room, with cameras placed around the paddock, and next to it was a huge door. Heavy opened them, walking inside and quickly he noticed that there were leaves surrounding him, but they weren't real, just made of plastic. He looked around, but there were no Dingos in sight. Maybe they took them? That would explain why their paddock was closed today to the public. He started to walk, soon noticing something behind small rocks. As he got closer, he recognized it was the ropes made out of australium he was tasked to get. He reached his hand out but stopped after hearing a growl on his left. He immediately stood up, ready to fight. He started to hear more barking and growls from left and right, when suddenly from the front, Dingo jumped at him, biting his hand. Heavy backed away and threw him away into a small pool. This is when the other one showed up, growling at Heavy. He quickly was ready for the attack from the front when Dingo he threw into the pool and jumped at him from behind. Soon, both of the Dingos were biting him wildly. Heavy didn't have a choice and started to punch both of them, throwing them away, soon backing up to the all. This is when he looked at both of them, skinny, dirty dogs. Both of the growled at Heavy, looking really hungry.

This is when Heavy reached into his bagpack. For a weapon? A knife? No. He took out his sandwich. Soon, both Dingo stopped and started to sniff, Heavy raised his eyebrow and threw his sandwich on the side. Surprisingly....it worked. Two Dingo run after the sandwich, when one of them barked. Soon from behind the rocks where the rope was, small puppy walked out. Little pup ran to his parents and started to eat. Heavy slowly walked to the rocks and took the ropes, then quickly he ran out of there, closing the doors behind him. He sighed, putting the roped into his bag. He was ready to leave when he heard multiple footsteps. Quickly, he hid himself in the storage room. At that same moment, three men walked in.

"You got the weapons?" one of them asked.

"Yea. Are you sure we have to do this?"

"Of course I'm Darling payed us to kill those two adults."

"Why?" the worker asked again.

"Because those are the last dingos in the world, you idiot. After we get the big ones, the small one will be transported to Darlings mansion. Probably to be put there as his new trophy or somethin' "

"Alright guys, less talkin' more workin' " the third worker spoke, loading his weapon, and all of them walked inside the paddock.

Heavy left the storage room, arguing in his mind. He started to think as everything started to make sense. That's why paddock was closed to the public today, so they could kill the adults without any problem. No wonder they looked so thin and hungry. They probably hadn't been fed for a few days to make them weaker and easier to kill. Heavy now stood, wondering what to do. He could just leave at that moment. He completed his mission, after all. What could possibly make him stay.

"Steady..." the worker said while he was aiming.

"Take a quick shoot, and we will get the bigger one.

"Alright." he aimed at the female dingo, smiling, ready to take a shoot ready to-

Then, someone grabbed his rifle and took it out of his hands.

"What the hell?!" But they didn't finish their sentence because Heavy punched them right in the face.

Others were allergic to this.

"Hey! Who the fuck is that?!"

"No matter! Get him!"

Soon, they both started shooting at Heavy, who quickly dodged the bullets and ran, hiding behind the trees. As two of them approached, one of them was picked up by him and thrown away.

"You bastard!" Other guy shouted. He loaded his rifle and shot Heavy in his leg.

Heavy riped and fell as he tried to stand back up, when he felt a cold metal gun being pressed against his head.

"I don't know who you are, or what are you doin' here but just so you know you are going to jail -" this is when they heard a scream. It was one of the workers that Heavy threw away. Then, everything went quiet.

Soon, they both started to hear growling in front of them. The worker quickly pointed his gun at moving leaves. Then something jumped up from them.

"Woof!" barked small puppy dino. It stood between Heavy and worked, barking.

"Ha. Is this all? Wow, oh well" he pointed his gun at puppy, when Heavy pulled it closed to his chest.

"You won't hurt them." on those words worked smirked.

"Really? And who's gonna stop me?"

"You might have a weapon, but even this isn't enough to stand a chance against the worst type of animal to fight against... furious parents."

This is when the worker heard growl really close to his left side.

"Clever girl..." he said before Dino jumped biting into his face, then the other one joined biting their neck.

Both parents were biting and soon leaving the man motionless on the floor, this is when both of them turned their attention on Heavy. They started to growl at him when a small puppy jumped from his hands and ran to his parents. Both of them happily washed their tails, staying close together.

Later, Heavy manages to get all three dingos out. Both parents ran into the forest, but the puppy stayed behind. They grabbed Heavy's by his finger, gently licking it before then ran to their parents. Heavy smiled as he waved at them and soon left himself, returning from his mission.

"Good job" said Miss Pauling, when she took ropes from Heavy.

"Heavy always completes his mission." he answered.

"That's good. Now, maybe you should see Medic. You are covered in blood and bite marks"

Heavy nodded as he was going to Medic's laboratory, happy that this all was woth saving that family as he himself cared about his, and it was more rewarding than any weapon he could get.

[Am I putting a Jurassic Park reference in there?Hell yea I do. Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for requesting this one💀💙]

Hey there again, I have once again come with another request. My partner and I don't exactly comform to stereotypical gender roles, and shes the first person I've ever been with who's not a straight guy that's made me feel bad if I ever stepped out of the realm of femininity. That being said, it would be really, really sweet to see an x reader fic that is perhaps trans x trans, I personally hc Medic and Sniper as a trans men, but any x reader with a merc you could see as being trans would be cool. Like, a budding romance in which both people involved find yet another thing that connects them. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

Not so deferent

◇ HCTrans!Medic x Trans Reader[romantic]

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Solider was in Medic's office, shouting and complaining how today's match ended in shameful stalemate meanwhile Medic (completely ignoring him, only nodding from time to time) bandaged his wounds and sewed his most limbs back together. Meanwhile you sat outside alone, in red corridor filled with empty chairs, with wound dripping more and more blood each time you tried to move. Today your team lost, and you were one of the few unlucky people to get badly wounded, not being able to respawn and heal. You couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time to be examinated by Medic, alone. Sure you had your chest surgery for the übercharge, but this was done when you had gaint hole in your chest, and when Medic's medigun healed you, just like Heavy, it also fixed your shirt, so no one knew you were.... deferent.

Finnaly you heard Solider's loud "Thanks Doc!". Ready, you stood up, and walked past your teammate, into the Laboratory. You looked around noticing pigeons happly flying around, puddles of blood on the floor and Medic himself, cleaning his bonesaw, preparing for his next speciment- I mean- teammate. He turned around getting you with big smile across his face.

"At! There you are. Glad to see you are the last of my patients, so what is it? Lost limbs? Broken bones?"

You sat down and pointed at your side. He gently lifted your shirt up and from his reaction you could tell it was bad.

"What an injury it is! You definitely need to tell me how you got it. Was it from Demo and his sword? Maybe from Sniper's kukri? I can't wait to hear it!" Medic said before making you lie down on his operation table.

"Now, can you lift your shirt up for me?"

You didn't know what to do. You lifted your shirt, only slightly up, bearly revealing your wound.

"Oh mein libe, don't be shy. We are alone here after all. I am [was] a doctor, no need to feel embarrassed now. I suggest you take of your shirt quickly, don't want you to pass out from the blood loss now, I'm still eager to hear how did you get that nasty wound in the first place".

You hesitated, but you knew you could trust him, so you took your shirt off. Medic glanced at your chest, tilting his head a bit, he smiled and put his medigun over you.

You waiting for something, his reaction on this. Maybe he didn't notice? No...then he wouldn't laugh. Why did he laugh? Was he laughing at you?...

"Is everything alright mein libe?" Medic asked noticing your nervousness.

"It's..." you started "you see.... you aren't surprised or...mad?"

"Mad?" Medic giggled "At what? You?"

You nodded.

"You mean, for the-" he pointed at your scars.

You nodded again.

Medic chukled again, and sat down next to you.

"What a ridiculous thing, of course I'm not mad! Surprised, yes, but never mad"

He noticed you looking away, he thought for a bit before taking your hand.

"So we aren't so definitely after all..."

You looked at him confused.

"It was a hard operation, I had to do it myself because non of the clinics I was in wanted to attempt such a thing! Not to brag but, I manage to do it while passing out only twice"

Both of you stared at each other, holding your hands tight, feeling how word around your doesn't exist anymore, there is just you two.

"Mein libe, you shouldn't be ashamed for what you are. All you have to do is to be you"

Medic smiled as he put small bandage over you hand, and kissed it gently.

He stayed by your side, as your were healed. Both of you talked about your experiences, thoughts, feelings. Each word you felt more and more connected to this strange german doctor, who made your heart race each time he completed how beautiful you are.

It was...nice to know someone could understand you, that there was someone you can relate to. When your wound healed, you didn't walk out, instead you decided to stay and help Medic cleaning his laboratory. He aggred, happily jumping from story to story, just to keep a conversation with you. Of course he let you feel Archimedes with eyeballs, and pet other pigeons saying "They really like you!".

It was a nice way to end your day, you didn't even remember your team lost battle, all you wanted to do is to speak with Medic, and Medic? All he wanted was to hold you, speak with you, comfort you, because today two people found another beautiful thing that connects them...

[I apologise for making you wait! I didn't have a lot of energy to write anything for the past month... I hope you and your partner like it! Thank you for your patience my friend and I can't wait to hear another request from you, and this time I promise to write it faster 💀'"]

I SIMPLY AM NOT DONE WITH THEM! THE BLU TEAM AND LOVE.

scout: ultra mega cringelord loser. he is literally bragging about you to anyone who will listen. teammates while they’re taking enemy fire, the enemy team while he is actively shooting them, pauling when she calls for an update on a solo mission; hell, he’ll call hale’s secretary and gab all day if he can. everyone is wondering where he is finding the time between jerking his own ego off and dying on the field. there comes a point they genuinely just don’t think you exist. there is no way this dweeb had enough social wits for anyone to be willing to tolerate him for an extended period of time. objectively the safest merc to be in a relationship with, because he has convinced everyone by being so extremely overbearing, and oversharing literally every detail of your life to them, that if they wanted to they could verify your existence in seconds. but they just don’t believe him. they’re not even willing to give him the respect to see if he’s telling the truth. loves going on dates! thoroughly enjoys a roller rink date, a drive in theatre date, a walk in the park, he’ll do any and everything with you! and then turn around and tell the team exactly what you did, exactly what you said, and your exact stance on every single one of them. they are going to implode if they ever find out you’re real.

soldier: jane doe is honestly… such a cool guy when he’s in love and loved by others. casual is finally a mode he can enter. it’s like a secret unlockable where he takes off his helmet and goes from soldier to jane doe. he’s quite funny! shockingly, a solid contender for the most Normal partner of the bunch. you get a date and he gets handsome for you twice a month or so, small gifts, usually bullet, battle, or america themed. likes bringing you the enemy scout’s dog tags. it’s more like his own little counter for how often he can get that scrawny twat every time he adds to it. always, always gets you flowers. he doesn’t arrange them, but he can get his spy to with a nice enough tone, and maybe some money. likes to take you to the lake. he’s not particularly needy as long as you seem satisfied. every once in a while he might ask you to join him on an odds and ends mission, but you have to stay in the car. he doesn’t know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you. but he likes to have you around! it’s almost like a test. the job is a big part of his life, so he needs someone who can handle it.

pyro: every day that pyro can wake up and look themselves in the mirror and say they are loved and then someone can immediately back that up with “that’s true, because i love you” is a day pyro will shed many, many tears. pyro did not ever think there could possibly be a day they could look at the mirror and say they are loved and actually mean it. actually be telling the truth. they were enough to be loved. they are enough to be loved. by someone other than themselves. they hug you tightly. they never leave your side. they genuinely couldn’t imagine it. they would cut their own arms off before they refused to hold you. they would cut their own legs off before it meant they couldn’t come to you when you call for them. and they are just so thankful. thankful for the opportunity, thankful for your company, thankful to be alive and breathing air in the same general location as you. every step was worth it. every ache was worth it. every bitter day and lonely night was worth these precious moments.

demo: he’s so certain this is closest he will ever get to feeling complete. he doesn’t feel an urge to drink as much, and for a while he is… a less than stellar man. and he will resent himself for the fact he didn’t do this before he met you until he is dead and buried in the ground. he may disappear for a while on a path to… less frequent states of drunk. and when he gets where he wants to be for you, he comes back the same, yet different. dedicated, and domesticated. still humorous, still intense, still wildly entertaining to engage in a lengthy conversation with and still a terrible person to involve in an already bad plan. but he has long term plans for what feels like the first time… ever. he feels like he’s got a reason to be something greater than great. instead of feeling like he’s in a rat race. there’s a point to the money. there’s a point to the fight. and the most important part, there’s a reason to stop this war.

heavy: he is in an almost constant panic. you might as well not exist to him in public. and it does you best to do him the same. the less you interact where people can see, the better it is, because when you’re alone… he’s sickeningly sweet. he won’t leave you be. he will eat what you leave, he will watch what you watch, do what you want to do, tend to you, care for you, proclaim his unfettered devotion… inside the house. and ignore you in public. there is a gnawing fear mikhail has, that he can’t place the origin of, that at any moment he will lose everything he’s ever cared for. and he’s okay if all he loses is guns, and objectives, and money, and himself. regularly. but the idea of losing others can send him into a spiral. and he gets so mad because it only takes a second. a moment of weakness, one instance of him dropping the ball and he will turn around and everything he cares for is gone. he is cruelly reminded on a daily basis. it costs him his teammates’ lives. and he chooses to not care about them, because otherwise he would quit this job. he understands the wall he is to the people who dare risk relying on him. he cannot handle any more responsibility than he has already taken. but for the right person… he just wouldn’t be able to help himself. the social control he exercises becomes a fountain to you. take from it when you need. use who you must. he will be there to ensure your success.

engineer: are you ready to meet the man with the biggest dick energy. he just exudes cool calm collection. it is like every question he ever had is answered. he knows the world is good because you are in it. he knows he is good because he is loved. because you love him. and he knows he is good because he loves you, too. he is not a fool in love. he takes his responsibilities as your partner seriously. you will never want for anything. you will never need anything. and he just blossoms. confident, motivated, inspired, some could even call him cocky. but he’s not cocky. he’s just loved. and he’s a man in love. a provider and a friend. a shoulder to cry on. and much more vulnerable. actually willing to talk about why he has the views he does. conversations are much more common. and he likes to show you off. anything he can find to brag about you, he will. it really does annoy the rest of the team. they didn’t realize there was a time they would miss the silence the man provided. but confident dell takes that confidence everywhere. and that includes the battlefield. gets downright stupid out there sometimes. he feels like a teenager again.

medic: love hits the doctor like a goose hits an airplane engine: faster than he can mentally register. it is an epiphany in the middle of the night, it is consuming him, it is a bad idea, and it will kill him before he can let it go. he can’t let it go. he finds himself too… light. too “happy”. too considerate. none of these things ever come across to you. he really doesn’t seem to change unless you know him. his syntax changes. he picks positively coded synonyms when he would otherwise use a neutral or negative leaning term. he’s a little more open to taking a break, or setting things off. his face softens, he relaxes. he feels good, and it doesn’t take work to get there. he just feels… okay. and everything is okay. hesitantly touchy. he social distances himself away from you, and over the course of ten or so minutes eventually you’ll feel the shuffle of fabric as he has crept his way to your side. then you feel the weight of his head on you. he will not move from there. tight hand holder, chronic sleeper. don’t ask this man to watch a movie with you; that’s asking him to take a nap. face buried in your neck, or your chest, or your lap. when he’s bold, he’s a hard biter. he loves to make you screech. it’s funny to him when you try to push him off, but he’s quick to retreat. you’re just fascinating to him.

sniper: ohhhhohoho, he likes you! this is also when you realize snipes is… kind of a loser. he gets a little big for his britches. starts calling you his “main thing” when you’re his only thing past work. makes crude, awkward, and sometimes incredibly funny jokes. but usually you’re now getting what are his absolute worst jokes. he’s testing them. seeing which ones land. big, dopey smiles under the hat. plays unnecessarily cool in public. yeah, you’re his partner. his mate, even. get it? he’s nudging your shoulder as he says this, by the way. he cannot play cool long because he is an absolute nitwit. and he gets one look at you and he can’t help the grin spreading across his face. he’s almost waiting for the rug to be pulled from underneath him. he’s waiting for you to leave. he’s pretty confident you won’t though. he thoroughly stresses himself about your death, and when it will occur. it’s like a quarterly occurrence, on a bad day in battle, that he will come to you, and he’ll almost be mean. and if you call him out on it, eventually he will break down on you. tell you about what he does for a job. and he can’t stop thinking about it. if something happens to you, you won’t come back. he doesn’t even know how long he will keep coming back. there’s a real chance he just doesn’t, because he doesn’t know. is he even himself when he comes back? when he gets it all out, he feels a little better. he holds you tighter. he really doesn’t want to let you go.

spy: stupid, desperate, hopeless romantic. and a chronic homemaker. if a beautiful wealthy older person approached him and said he’d never have to work a day in his life and he’s at the top of the will nobody would ever see this man again. all he wants to do is cook, clean, and care for a kid or two. or four. or none! what matters is if you give this man the option he is more than happy to let you be the breadwinner. he will still dress to the nines. breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, bath drawn when you’re off work. you don’t even realize you have laundry half the time because spy gets it done. and when he deems his work done, he will join you shortly. you will never have to lift a finger to do anything more than get your ass up and go to work. the home will never be a responsibility you have to worry about. he is screaming to the night sky for someone to turn him into a trophy husband. he’ll feed the animals. walk the dog. clean the toilet with his personal toothbrush. please god someone come get him so he can quit this job.

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Is it possible for a spy x reader, your fanfic righting is on another level and I love it.

-Anon ✨️

[Yooo! Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing! 💀💙]

Ma petite fleur

Team Fortress role-play:

>TF2 Spy x Reader [romantic]

It was cold dark night, moon was missing from the sky leaving only stars to shine. You walked down the street, holding briefcase in you hand. You're one of the Mann.co workers after all. You were hired as one of Saxton Hale's assistant (of course you are his left hand because Mr.Bidwell is his right hand). You sign contracts for him, organise teams weapons, you're making sure that mercenaries he hired were doing their job. Your talent started to show quickly, you're a tough person, especialy when it came to negotiations, you were coming up with great ideas and help Miss Pauling with the documents. You even met mercenaries in person, surprisingly they didn't kill you. It looks like they noticed how well you're doing your job since you got an invitation for special business party. You finally arrived at address given to you in the letter. You entered the building, but you didn't hear anyone. This place was suspiciously quiet...too quiet. This is when you heard doors locking behind you. You tried to opend them but nothing worked. Then small light in the room turned on. In the middle you noticed a table with two chairs, plates and candles, that were lighten by tall figure in business suit.

"You finally arrived"

When you go closer you recognized that mask...that accent...

"Spy?" You asked.

"Yes. You met me before didn't you?"

"Yea I did. Why are you here? Is this a trap?"

"Yes. And no. I'm here to just simply invite you for a dinner"

This is when you noticed food laying on table, along with bottle of wine.

"Huh. What's the occasion?"

"The letter I send you was half true. It's a lie that it was suppose to be a patry, but it's ture that it's about business, so let's start shall we?" He gently pointed at your chair, you sat down, still a bit suspicious over him as he sat on the other side of the table, pouring wine into his glass.

"So. What exactly do you want?" you asked.

"Going straight to the point I see. Well, I wanted to ask you for a small favour" he spoke before taking a sip.

"I want new weapons designed specifically for me."

"New weapons? You know you can ask Miss Pauling for it-"

"I'm aware but I wanted to ask you. You....intrigued me" he paused

Then he looked at you and coughed.

"Let's talk about my proposition. I want new weapons with shipment to our base, and I want you to keep this in secret. I don't want others to know about it."

"But what's in it for me?" You asked. Spy stood up and walked over to you. He leaned down to your level and spoke, in low quiet voice.

"Whatever you desire petite fleur~"

On those words you felt wierd tingle in your spine. This is when he gently picked up your hand.

"I can give you whatever desire. If you have enemies I can get rid of them for you...If you want I can get you any jewellery you want, from shiny diamonds to dark and bloody ruby... Any secrets documents? They will be all yours by tomorrow" Spy smiled while leaning down closer to you lips. You blinked and giggled.

"Flirty much? I didn't expect you to go for a kiss so soon. It's our first date after all" You said. Spy stood up a bit shocked and flustered.

"It is not a date" he answered.

You smiled and rased your eyebrow.

"Flowers, candles, table for two. Don't tell me this isn't giving you this vibe" Spy sighed and layed his eyes on you.

"If you put it like that, than yes, it does sound like a date. And yet I still want to hear your answer, since I don't hear any demur from you, can I finally know what is it that you desire to get in return?"

"I want you to stay here with me a bit longer. For a mercenarie, you're quite nice to talk to"

Spy rased his eyebrow and chuckled before coming back to his seat.

"Clever. It seems rather...simple, if this is what you desire than I shall aggre on this deal"

"Great!" you shook his hand.

"I must say, you are much more clever than I thought" Spy commented.

"I'm full of secrets"

Spy smirked as both of you stared to talk.

Time went by but none of you were bothered by it. You and Spy had a lot of things to talk about, from gossiping about people you both work with to hats and weapons. It was...nice. Somehow you felt like you can trust him. You noticed he started to slowly flirt with you, and you couldn't help but blush at every word he was saying. Nobody said such nice things about you. This is when you looked at clock on the wall.

"Oh crap. It's really late, I need to go" you stood up and walked up to Spy.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, and thank you for a nice dinner" you reached out for a handshake. Spy caught your hand but instead of shaking it he gently hold it, leaned in and kiss it.

"Bonne nuit ma fleur...(Good night my flower)"

"Good- night... Spy"

You couldn't help but blush as you looked down at his smug face. This is when you felt something in you hand. It was rolled peace of paper. You opened it and read what was written inside.

"Next week at Teufort's Garden, same day, same time."

"Sure. Thank you-" but when you looked up he was already gone. You smiled and walked out of the budling thinking about this gentle mysterious man, and what hat you should put on, on your second date...

[There you go! Sorry if this took so long, I was a bit busy. I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you'll like my future work 💀]

I can't. I just can't watch peoples Sniper artwork. I DON'T FEEL WORTHY SEEING THEM!! YOU GUYS DRAW HIM SO GOOD!!! HE LOOKS AMAZING!!! THEY JUST ARE TOO MAGNIFICENT!!! AND I GET TO SEE IT??? FOR FREE?????? AUGH!!!

Okay, last thing- headcannons for what blu medic is like when hes caught feelings for someone vs how red medic reacts

Team fortress BLU and RED Medic headcanons:

♡When they catch feelings for someone

BLU Medic:

> at first he is denying that he might actually like that person.

> he is going to have hard time trying to understand his "illness" and will read tons of books just to find out what is "wrong" with him.

> After he (finnaly) realizes that he cares deeply for that person he will be extremely awkward aroud them.

> sometime he'll give them small gifts out of nowhere. Why? He doesn't know, he just feels like they deserve one.

> He will seek help and ask Spy or Engineer for a advice.

> 100% will send his doves to check on them from time to time, just to be sure they are alright.

> there is no way he will confess his feelings first (he's too akward and afraid to show his true feelings).

RED Medic:

> it will take his some time before he'll realize that they care for that persona bit too much.

> He is going to show a lot of affection to them.

> He is going to send them strange gifts.

> Will 100% talk about them while operating one of his patients:

" -and zheir eyes sparkle like stars and zhe way zhey are moving with such grace"

"Doc my chest is wide opened-"

"Yes yes don't be such a baby. But did you know zhat zhey-"

> He will openly flirt with that person, fully meaning evey word he says.

> someone hurt them? Ohhh. Bad idea. Medic will hurt that someone twice as hard. No one is allowed to hurt them.

> will send love letters through Archimedes.

Hi,

One, I love your art,

Two, you can pick one of these options. Your writing is also impeccable, so I was one if you can either do a pyro x nb reader or sniper x nb reader.

Three, make sure you take care of yourself and have a good day/evening/night whenever you receive this.

-Tavern/Stary

Ps nb stands for non binary if you are not aware

[Thank you! Hope you are feeling alright too!💀💙]

Fire and smoke

◇ TF2 Pyro x reader [romantic]

Explosions was heard in the distance, as you stood next to the sapped sentry and dispenser, that was healing you. Engineer was still respawning so all you could do is to wait for him. You had your back against the wall, looking left and right, paranoid knowing that somewhere BLU Spy was hiding, ready to finish the job. You noticed injured Demoman, he run up to dispenser, standing next to you.

"Ay there. Why aye Ya hidn'?"

"There is a Spy here Demo. We need to be on high alert"

"That coward won't hide forever! We'll find him we- look out!"

You turned you back, but you saw nothing more than blank wall. This is when someone kicked you in your back, and pinned you down with his boot. It was Demoman. Or was it? Soon smoke fall and he turned into BLU Spy.

"Fooled again." Said Spy proudly, fixing his tie.

You tried to stand but this is when you heard him taking his knife out.

"Adieu!"

On those words you were ready to feel cold knife in your back. But when you looked up you noticed that Spy, was in flames.

"Fire, fire, fire!" Spy shouted.

It was Pyro, he shoot Spy with his falre gun, and they started to chase him with their axe, finnaly chopping him on half. They walked up to you, helping you stand up.

"Pyro! It's good to see you" you said holding gently their hand.

Pyro happy giggled and pat your head. This is when Engineer run up to both of you.

"Is everything alright?-"

Pyro stand in front of you, holding his flamethrower, ready, to burn another enemy for you.

"Wow! Buddy it's me! Here, let me prove that" Engineer put his toolbox down and punched it with his wrench, this is when small box started to transform into level one sentry. Seeing this Pyro lowered down their weapon and sat next to you. You noticed how they took your hand, gently holding it.

"Hey I'm alright. You did it!"

Pyro turned their head at you. They started to use sign language, communicating with you.

"I didn't want to see you get hurt"

You smiled softly and spoke to them.

"And i didn't get hurt, thanks to you. I'm fine now. You can go to the front lines if you want-"

But on those words Pyro muffed and shook their head. They gave you big tight hug, refusing to let you go.

"Pyro come on. I'm fine, really" you assured them. They pat your head and muffled.

"Mm mhmm mhhmmhm muh"

Even if Pyro's mask was muffling their voice you could heard them say:

"I just care about you"

You smiled and warped your hands aroud their torso giggling.

"I care about you too"

This match was a taught one. Unfortunately today none of the team won. Everyone came back to base frustrated and disappointed.

"It I had my übercharge ready!!-" shouted Medic, throwing his coat on chair.

"Medic did his best, don't beat up yourself Doctor" Heavy spoke, trying to cheer his Doctor up.

Rest of the team sat around the table exhausted, and started to point out their mistakes, screaming about "what if" scenarios. But not you. You knew you did your best, and so did Pyro that walked into the room with you. You both started at each other.

"They all are angry again..." you said.

You heard small mumbles from behind Pyro's mask before he took your hand and you both went into their room. You sat with him on the ground, this is when they give you their crayons and started to draw on paper.

"Huh? What are you doing?" You asked. This is when Pyro showed you his drawing. It was Scout and next to his were stars and Pyro's handwritten texst "you did great!"

"Oh i get you! You want to cheer everyone up with drawings?" You asked. Pyro happly noded.

"Well then let's get started!"

Both of you took crayons and started to draw. After one hour, you and Pyro finished your drawings. You manage to get small gifts for everyone too. Soo both of you stared to walk up to the mercs and give them gifts.

Scout felt better right away, especial after seeing how Pyro drew his muscles bigger

"Looks just like me!" he said.

Heavy smiled and thanked both of you. Medic felt a bit better, and he pinned your drawing on his fridge. Spy room was locked so you gave it to him by slipping the drawing nder the door, maybe he liked it. Sniper just thanked, but you saw him smiling. Solider and Demoman were happy and they felt better right away. Last one was Engineer. After receiving such kind gift from you, he put it on his pin board.

"Thank you kindly partners"

You gave him thumbs up and Pyro giggled. Soon both of you walked away. This is when Pyro stopped you.

"Hm? What's wrong?" You asked. They gave you small letter. You opened it to see drawing of you and Pyro with lot of hearts and stars around. This one was more detailed, looks like they spend the most time on it.

"You are my star! You did great!" Pyro said in sign language.

You smiled and hugged them, laying you head on their chest, listen to their heartbeat. It was so sweet of them! Pyro hugged you back. Even after failed match beeing with them, was enough to make you feel better.

Stars shined bright on the sky. You were sitting outside and watched, how clouds moved with the wind. Pyro was sitting next to you, playing with their lighter. You started to shiver from cold, and you clinged closer to them.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit cold" you said.

Pyro looked at you for a second before standing up and picking wooden box. They took out their axe and smashed it into pieces. Confused you watched as they started to put wood on one pile in front of you, soon they set it quickly on fire. They sat next to it and waved their hand at you to get closer, as you walked up to them. Pyro catched your hand and pulled you on their lap, giving you big bear hug. You blushed as they gently hold you close, to keep you warmth.

"Mh mhmm mm"

"I love you too..." you said looking up at the stars.

Both of you gazed at the night sky, knowing this night was perfect because you two had each other and it was enough to make you feel safe and happy.

[Thank you for reading! 💀🌌]

can u do TF2 headcanon for a male! Reader who was around Scout when they were in secondary school but has now transitioned (ftm) . The reader looks nothing like how Scout saw him in secondary school , reader is now muscular , dresses in black & other dark colors as well as having LONG curly hair. thanku

TF2 Scout reunion with reader who was a friend in his past Headcanons [platonic]

[ Male Trans! FTM Reader 🏳️‍⚧️]

> You and Scout go way back. You remember how you met the guy, he was the most energetic in the class, always having the best ideas on what games you two should play or was the one constantly talking and braggin about himself or his Mom

> But as I said it was a ling time ago. Many things changed not only about you but about him

> You got yourself job at Mann.co, and you were assigned to RED Team, where the best of the best and crazy of the most crazy people on this planet were assigned

> You meet everyone one by one, from support to defence. Later you were supposed to meet up with last 9th member of the team, and surprise surprise, it was him

> It took you some time to realise that this, this is Jeremy! You were so happy to meet him, but for him you were a new person now

> At first he didn't believe you at all. "Sorry man but I do not know ya. You must have mistaken me for someone else", only after telling him things only he should know, he finally connected the dots

> "Woah! Wait weren't you chick before?" Straight to the point question. I mean can you blame him? You look completely deferent now! From style that is mostly black to your long curly hair

> I don't think he would even care if you are a dude or not. He would be confused and probably you'd have to explain this to him over and over again before he finnaly understands your story and point of view

> Just like in past you two have fun doing anything really! From games to capturing the enemy plans!

> He 100% challenges you on arm wrestling after seeing your muscles "Come on! I wanna beat you already!" He says. Later he drinks his bonk embarrassed when you beat him