#merc writes

[piddgeon]

hiii. if you didn’t know I’ve been working on the first chapter of my reincarnation fic for like a month. it’s here now!

there’s charthur btw <3

[mischievous-thunder]

It's him, Johnny. Logan himself is the source. He tried to get out of the Void that way and failed.

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Caved and wrote out a potential way to do the plot using Black Butler’s arcs for the main scaffolding and Jack the Ripper arcs in Black Butler and Moriarty the Patriot to intersect them! Would love feedback if anyone sees a better way to do any parts of it, honestly, since some of it gets clunky–it mentions parts of both The Case Study of Vanitas (not really but still) and Black Butler that haven’t yet been animated, so please be aware of that!

Timeline

Noahtic (Ciel meets William and Sherlock, Count Enders incident piques Ciel’s interest for similar reasons to Sherlock’s)

Hounds of Baskerville/Blue Memory (Ciel and Sebastian meet Fred, Louis, and Moran–Baskerville is in opposing cult to one that Ciel was taken by)

A Scandal in the British Empire (Ciel is sent after Irene to retrieve the incriminating documents, follows the same loophole of “Irene Adler” being dead to spare James Bonde after recognizing Fred and his involvement as a potential lead on the Lord of Crime case for when Queen Victoria asks him to investigate it)

Phantom of Whitechapel/Red Butler

*The Aristocrat of Evil versus The Noble Criminal*

Circus (Moran and Bonde sent to investigate disappearances as well)

Luxury Liner (Introduction of Vanitas and Noé, John Watson and Sherlock attend a secret medical advancement showcase, William and Albert following Sherlock and Dominique following Noé, Book of Vanitas can hinder but not destroy Bizarre Dolls–Ciel reminds Vanitas of Mikhail, which he finds very disconcerting)

Public School (William goes on temporary leave from Durham University to pose as a mathematics teacher at Weston College while the Moriarty Crew investigates claims of corruption and cruelty in the school, Vanitas and Noé posing as Fourth Year Transfers hunting the Undertaker/Bizarre Dolls before returning to France for Beast of Gevaudan)

Beast of Gevaudan/Emerald Witch (Vanitas and Noé heard signs of a wolf Malnomen similar to the Beast or Thomas Berneux and travel to Germany)

Blue Cult

(Offscreen) The Merchant of London/The White Knight of London

*White Knight’s Memoriam*

(Offscreen) The Sign of Mary

The Two Criminals (Charles also goes after Ciel with the knowledge that Madam Red was Jack the Ripper in order to get the Queen’s Watchdog under his control to assist in William’s downfall, Sebastian is sent to handle him but finds him already dead by Sherlock’s hand)

(Offscreen) The Final Problem/London Fire

(Offscreen) Up to VnC Vol. 10

Blue Revenge

Plot Planning

Jack the Ripper—Grelle and Madam Red remain the real Jack the Ripper, but the group Moriarty Group goes after has been taking credit for the murders via the Jack the Ripper letters to stir up fear and distrust. Moriarty the Patriot Vol. 7 and 8 (Phantom of Whitechapel Arc)—Black Butler Vol. 2 and 3 (Red Butler Arc)

Aristocrat of Evil Vs. Noble Criminal—Ciel asked by Queen Victoria to investigate Sherlock’s ever-growing theory of the Lord of Crime, leading him face to face with the James Moriarty brothers and Mycroft

White Knight’s Memoriam—Mycroft and Ciel and Sebastian confront Albert after a meeting of the House of Lords over the assassination of MP Adam Whiteley of the House of Commons, setting Ciel on the scent of Milverton

What if I actually wrote the crossover fic of Moriarty the Patriot, The Case Study of Vanitas, and Black Butler that’s been rolling around in my head? I’ve been working out a canon for it for the past week and it feels like a great way to get back into fanfiction writing after an ex friend ruined my confidence around it. It could probably be a stepping stone back to Obey Me too, honestly.

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[yodellingcactus]

I’m in desperate need of an epic love story enemies to friends to lovers angsty hurt comfort slow burn eventual smut fest of Poolverine like right this moment. Minimum 30 chapters 300k+ words thanx

^^^Deadpool holding me back if I don’t get what I neeeddddd 😭

[fishermanshook]

F!CK BOYS GONE SOFT

( mercenary , batter & prospector ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , #ihatewritingdialouge , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

It was a mutual agreement between the both of you that you were fucking for the pure reason of letting off steam after being stuck in this hell hole. 

No feelings were supposed to be caught. No hearts were meant to be thawed. And yet, they find themselves yearning for your touch long after your last session.

꒰wc꒱ 1.7k ( longest fic so far !! )

✦— THE MERCENARY

If being between your legs was where he wished to be, then who were you to deny him access to the most private part of your body? Where Naib works his magic and milks you of your essence while paying you back in waves of pleasure.

The Mercenary looks so lost in his work that you think he doesn’t notice the change in pitch. That you’ve adjusted your grip on his hair to a softer, gentler hold. Your moans are light, airy, and not at all the ones that left your throat hoarse and raspy the night before. No, that can’t be right. And it doesn’t take him long before he finds the spot that pushes you over. The spot that has your back arching off the mattress. The spot that has you screaming his name like it’s going out of style.

And god does pleasure look good on you, as Naib refuses to remove his eyes from you as he watches the aftermath of you coming undone in front of him. Such a passionate and intimate thing for his eyes and his eyes only as your essence coats his hands and tongue. To think he’d pull his head away after you came is just stupid. Have you not learned from previous sessions? You coming only gives him more reason to drop down there and give you more, but Naib holds himself back.

The next few moments are a blur as you try to calm down after your orgasm, but it seems Naib won’t let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. He’s prepped you enough, hasn’t he?

“It’ll hurt a little, but only for a second.” The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for what’s about to come. It makes him wonder, and only for a split second, if you ever realized how much he loves you. The amount of thought and care that goes into every move he makes towards you. Maybe you’re just dense, or maybe it’s not like that. He won’t know until he tells you. Or, until you tell him.

Your hands rush to clamp themselves over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans flooding from it. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and certainly not the last…), but it’s always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands don’t last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You don’t need him to say anything else.

It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naib’s memorized your every tell that you’re going to come. By the way your legs tighten around his waist and the way your hands reach to clasp his biceps to try and hold on. It’s the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.

“God, I love you so much,” Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. You’ve never seen the man freeze so fast, or go so red. Before his hands cover his mouth you pin his wrists down to the bed.

“Wait—! H-hold on,” you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. “What did you say?”

The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: “I didn’t say anything.” He’s trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but it’s hard to believe when he practically shouts it.

“No, Naib,” you huff out “Are you playing me?” You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. There’s nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.

“Fine. If you won’t say it, then I will.” You state before grabbing Naibs face and pressing it into yours. The Mercenary tries (and he really does) to do anything but melt into your touch. In the end, it proves to be no use. Pulling away, you say: “Naib, there is no one else I love more than you.”

“Thanks for confirming what I already know, babe.”

✦— THE BATTER

Not every affair starts with a heated make-out session, but every heated make-out session ends with the two of you having sex. With your lips entwined as your fingers roam through his hair, the two of you make a mad dash to whoever’s room is closer as playful giggles slip out along the way.

It started as just another way to let yourself go and cut loose a little after another night of terror from Ganji. How could you not tell that the Batter saw you as more than just some fuck buddy? That his eyes weren’t only filled with lust, but love for you and you entirely?

Maybe this can be his way of showing you, whether you get it or not. Whether you understand the soft kisses he lays on your chest. Whether you understand the praises that fall from his lips. Whether you understand it's taken him too long to finally muster up the courage to confess to you.

You’ve stripped each other of your clothes leaving both of you bare naked. The only thing covering you are the multiple hickeys decorating your chest as well as between your legs. The pleasure overrides any pain felt from when he initially pushed his way inside of you. Before you know it, you're babbling all over his cock while he presses gentle kisses all over your face. You look so cute like this—all flushed out and pink.

Ganji's smart, but overlooks your cock drunkenness and traces his finger along your jaw and other places. Eventually, his finger meets your back and traces along your spine. His finger does weird swoops along your backside. It's all just a simple way of telling you 'I love you.' without having to utter a word.

Maybe it's the way you moan out his name as your hips move up and down on his cock. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when he meets them. The Batter's not sure where the courage comes from, but all he knows is that he can't stand another moment of you not being his.

"[name] I- fuck, I love you." He barely manages to grunt out, snapping you from your thoughts to look at him with wide eyes.

"What-?"

It's then he thinks he fucked up. That he has demolished all of the hard work he put into this relationship. This is it. This is the end of your bond.

"No, shit I'm sorry just forget what I said," Ganji mutters out, immediately flipping you over so that your lying down on your back. "I'll make you come real hard if you just forget everything I just said, 'k?" Ganji says with caution in his voice. Maybe you're not the only one oblivious in this relationship of yours.

"Really? You love me?"

Ganji tears his eyes away from wherever he is looking at looks right at you. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If not for you I don't think I'd ever get the chance to say this," you chimed, pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss first. "Ganji, I love you more than the stars themselves."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR 

The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He won’t stop until his sheets are soaked in your combined essences until your scent has been embedded into his mattress, and until he can get the words out to tell you how he feels.

For too long has Norton been labeled as your “fuck buddy” and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove he’s perfect for you. How many people know your favorite book? Your favorite place to relax? Your favorite position? The sensitive spots on your body? Who else knows exactly where to touch and what to say? All he needs you to answer is if you like him or not.

“Shit—always feel so good,” Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows he’s found your sweet spot (again…) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he can’t help but hit the spot again and again, listening as your moans grow louder with each thrust.

The Prospector mutters something under your breath he thinks went by unnoticed. Pulling you from your aroused state to ask him what’s wrong. All he can do is sigh and shake his head as his arms wrap around you. A bit tighter than usual, but not uncomfortable.

“Norton—! What’s the matter?” You manage to huff out. It’s obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. “Fine then,” you tell him “I guess I just won’t let you come.”

Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.

“I’m too scared to say it,” Norton states.

“Why?” You ask.

Norton looks down at where you're still connected. It’s only then you notice he’s stopped. “Because I don’t want it to ruin whatever we’ve got going on. I don’t want to lose everything.” He admits through gritted teeth.

“Do you think it’s that bad that you’d lose everything?” You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.

All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. “God, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining—“ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. “this. A-and I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but you asked so—“

He doesn’t get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. “Silly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.” You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.

note: hiii fish nation…sorry about the random hiatus, it will probably happen again 😆😆😆. thank you all so much for 100+ followers! it means the absolute most to me knowing there are actually people who enjoy reading what I have to write. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you for everything so far. 🩷🩷🩷. this is so ass oh my gosh

(2024) ©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[aerowolf]

the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays

I’m so sorry this is a mess between British and American english. I have an American parent and a Canadian one so it messed me up lolll

if didn't include a Merc you wanted, feel free to request and I'll try and add them :]

includes: Miss Pauling & offense classes

cute platonic, gn!reader

warnings: n/a, this is basically all fluff

You'd rather not make a big deal of it being your birthday, even though it is you were taught that birthdays aren't a big deal and your family never really did them.

You kind of wish someone would care but you feel guilty about that so you choose not to tell anyone about it

The only one of these who actually knows it's your birthday is Miss Pauling, who’s seen your personnel files

Miss Pauling

She knows it's your birthday, and instead of ignoring it she decides to at least discreetly make it a good day for you

She arrives on base for a routine inspection, clipboard in hand, but once she's done with the main thing, instead of leaving, she comes to your room

"I saw that it's your birthday today. I don't know if you celebrate, or anything, but, uh, I thought you'd like a gift. Maybe."

She hands you a box, inside are some candy bars and a plush of a bear

"I know it's not exactly the nicest thing, and I know it's kinda... stereotypical... but, y'know, I thought you'd like something. So, happy birthday. From me.” She’s really shy about it, you get the feeling she didn’t--probably still doesn’t--really get to celebrate birthdays either. 

She offers you a ride on her motorbike, something nice, on the open road--away from this base for a little while. You accept, taking a seat behind her, enjoying the open air--though it is pretty hot out. You guys talk, just enjoying the time.

She smiles at you as you get back. “Happy birthday. You deserve it.”

You thank her and even give her a hug. It’s nice that you got this for once. 

Scout

He has no idea whatsoever that it’s your birthday. He’s interacting with you like usual, teasing you, just hanging out. You’re happy as you talk that day; he’s always good at making you laugh and smile.

At some point he notices that you’re a little down, as much as you may try to hide it, he can tell. You’re his friend, and even though he might act like he doesn’t care sometimes, you know he does. A lot.

You tell yourself you don’t want anything on your birthday, that it’s easier if no one knows, but secretly, you do.

“Hey, what’s up? C’mon, ya know I can tell when something’s wrong.” 

You tell him it’s nothing. 

“You sure? Really? You’re kinda… I dunno, sadder than usual.” After he asks a few times, you finally come out and tell him. You don’t say much. Just “It’s my birthday.”

“No kiddin’? Well, why didn’t ya tell me?” He comes off pretty strong. You feel kind of apologetic for mentioning it, and look away from him. “Aw, hey. Y’know what--it don’t matter. I’m gonna throw you a party like you ain’t never seen, believe me.”

You try to tell him you don’t want a party--well, you do. Maybe. No you don’t. Well, sure. But not a big one. He’s really sweet and enthusiastic about it. “Someone like you deserves a big birthday--but if you don’t want it, dat’s okay. Ya know, we could just hang out, or somethin’. You n’ me, yeah?” 

You tell him you’d like that a lot. You both find a quiet spot in the base where you can just talk. He messes around, too, and pops in a Tom Jones record. 

He’s a little shy, a little embarrassed, but he even sings happy birthday to you. He just seems glad no one can hear him. He doesn’t have a gift handy for you, but he ends up scribbling you a quick doodle of him telling you happy birthday. It’s misspelt, but the drawing is cute, and you keep it. “I hope ya had a good day. I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner.” You tell him that it wasn’t his fault, how could he have known? 

After all is done, he gives you an awkward hug. You smile and return it.

Soldier

He’s a little crazy so he’s just hanging around base, today he had the idea to strip and cover himself in honey, so everyone has had to convince him to please not do that, and now he’s just moping around, muttering about how anti patriotic this all is.

You sit next to him and mope as well. Unlike him, no one knows the reason you’re moping. To anyone else’s point of view, you’re just comforting him--for whatever weird reason. But he sees that you’re just as sad as him.

“What’s wrong, maggot? Is there someone who needs to see my fists meet their face?”

You tell him no, no one did anything. You’re a little intimidated by him, and you don’t see much reason to tell him anyways. But it’s nice sitting with a friend. 

“If it’s not a person, then… it must be an object! Give it to me and I will destroy it immediately.” He’s being as sweet as he can, you smile and shake your head.

You sit there for a bit, smiling as you watch the other mercs come and go. Today isn’t a bad day, just a little sad. Later, you plan to find some kind of sweet treat to eat alone.

Soldier stands up, at attention, and points at you. “MAGGOT, AS YOUR SUPERIOR AND SENIOR, I ORDER YOU TO TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!”

With a sad smile and a chuckle you finally tell him.

“Your birthday?” Soldier seems genuinely surprised. He places a hand on his chin and thinks. “We cannot go without celebrating! This is momentous!”

Although you try to protest, he turns to the base, stating to every other merc, “LISTEN UP! IT IS Y/N’S BIRTHDAY AND WE WILL CELEBRATE!” 

He makes it his personal mission to decorate for a party that very evening, even gets a cake and everything. He makes every other merc sing happy birthday with him. Maybe this isn’t so bad.

You give him a big hug, and he is surprised at first, but proceeds to give a gentle laugh and hug back.

Pyro

You see Pyro colouring with crayons and coloured pencils on their break, and you sit by them. You don’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time, but you enjoy hanging out with them. It’s a long period of silence before you join them in colouring. Regardless of your artistic skills, they’re impressed and encourage you, and are very happy when you show them what you’ve been working on. 

After a little while you get kind of bored and sad. You’ve tried to enjoy this day but it’s another bittersweet birthday. You’re happy to hang out with Pyro though, even though they don’t know what day it is.

Pyro notices that you’ve stopped colouring with them, and that you’re looking at the ground instead, messing with the cracks in the floor.

“Huddah hrmmf mmmrph?” You don’t understand what they’re saying exactly, but you smile at them. They seem to be asking what’s wrong, why you stopped, why you seem so sad.

You hesitate for a moment before finally confessing. They seem to mostly understand what you mean, and they lean back, thinking. 

After a few seconds, they stand up and help pull you off the floor. They point to their room, and you follow them. It’s an odd combination of scorch marks, colourful drawings, weapons, and art supplies. They lead you to a wardrobe and pull out a box. 

Surprisingly, you can see that it's fully wrapped. Did they somehow know it was your birthday? Do they keep these gifts on hand for the mercs?

You won’t get an answer, but they excitedly push it out and offer it to you. “Huddah hmmph!” They sound almost like they are smiling behind the mask. You take the box and open it. It’s got crayons, pencils, and… wow, that’s a drawing of you and them.

You smile, almost ready to tear up, and thank them. You give them a hug, and you notice that they’re hugging you back even harder. Maybe they don’t really understand, but this is sweet.

[dragonroilz]

a few more

[amygdalae]

William Gibson's writing is sooo cunty and stylish....

[spelled-like-pajamas]

Something I don't think I've ever seen someone talk about with TF2 (though there probably is someone) is a small detail in the Expiration Date video (which came out in June of 2014, for context that's important later). For context, here's the clip in question:

Did you catch something small? When Scout stands up and says he'll do the date without Spy's help, Spy does something he rarely ever does, something absolutely tiny, but that speaks volumes.

He smiles. A genuine, non-snarky smile.

If you were to watch this when it first came out, and notice this detail, I'd not make any sense, really. Why would he be smiling, when Scout is arguing with him, telling him that he's wrong, basically saying he just wasted his supposed final hours on this world teaching him something he's not going to use?

But then, in January of 2017, nearly 2 and half years later, and (okay spoilers but this has been around for like more than 7, nearly 8 years since posting) it is all but directly shouted from the heavens that Spy is Scout's father. And all of a sudden, this small detail, Spy's smile, takes on a whole new meaning.

As Scout's father, Spy is proud of him.

Even though for what has been presumed to be the finals days of their life, even though Spy has taken ever opportunity to belittle him, to tell him he is a failure and this won't work, that he won't get Pauling (which he probably won't regardless since she is, much like the Spy-Scout relationship, pretty much confirmed to be a lesbian), Scout stands up to him. He stands his ground for something he wants to at least try to do.

And Spy smiles because he is proud of his son for learning one of the best lessons he could ever teach him: stand up for yourself when you believe in something and really want it. He never got to teach him so many things with how he never got to be involved in his raising because of his job, but over the course of 3 days they have, he gets to teach him so much, and leaves him with the most important advice without even saying it.

And it helps to explain a good bit more. It explains why the only reason he interrupts isn't to talk back or put him in his place, but remind him that he's got a date to get to, and his smile only fades when Scout just flat out insults him, like he ruined their father-son bonding moment. It explains why he's so attentive, watching him attempt to start the date, and why when he seems him next, instead of telling him something snarky or rude, or telling him to fight better, he reminds him there is someone he needs to make an apology to, and try to give him the space to take care of that admits the chaos.

Spy can't show it, but he is proud of his son.

Anywho, happy 100th post (took me long enough). Hope to be more active on here, and post more things, and maybe even show off some cool things I make. But to everyone who has been a part of this, from the voice overs on YouTube that first intrigued me to check this place out, to the few but wonderful mutuals I'm so lucky to have, to every weird and amazing person that makes this site somewhere we can call home, I thank you!

okay, bye!

[chuhanchik]

MY CROSS-FACTION MERCS FIC DROPPED!!!!!!!

The day RED Sniper encountered a BLU Scout who was behaving so strangely that it threw him off guard, Sniper couldn't bring himself to kill him. That decision alone led him to insane discoveries that divided his life into "before" and "after".

What exactly was wrong with this Scout? Who were BLU and RED really? What other monstrosities are hidden from the mercenaries?

And what's up with the "faces"?

[seagiri]

"You deserve to survive in this world."

Fanart of @morelmorrow ‘s Zombie Apocalypse AU fic!  

[bluespace-writer]

Look at that.

TF 7th comic made me cry of joy so bad I came back here to write fanfic about reader joining the family

So- anyone interested in more Reader who visited on Smissmas story expansion?

My idea: Since we have 7 years time skip and Scout talks to "us" as good friends oh his that stuck around... I think I can work with that. So, anyone here interested?

[cluelessatthispoint]

I love dad!medic or dad!spy bc there is SO MUCH opportunity for angst and pain and sometimes a little sprinkle of happiness.

I just love the idea of them leaving leaving their child for some reason like to protect them from their job or something, only for some years later theiy discover their child is not only also working for the Administraror, but they are also on the battlefield.

Just imagine Spy almost backstabbing his child but immediately stops and starts scolding them for working for such a horrible purpose(hypocrite).

Or maybe Medic just walking around the battlefield after hours to try and look for some body parts to experiment on and now he is stuck with the talking head of his own child in the fridge because they are grounded for forever because how DARE they join such a aggressive and nonsensical battle just for the benefits!?(hypocrite number 2)

Do you think you could write something about any of those two?? Sorry for the long request 😔

Those are good ideas, I can't imagine how much trouble Medic or Spy's kid is gonna be in. Especially if they're on opposing teams.

~~~~~~~

Platonic Yandere Dad Spy x opposing team child reader

You never thought that you would meet up again like this. The idea of seeing your father again after all these years is like a dream come true. Only, it's more of a nightmare than a dream with how you can see the instant rage in his eyes as he recognizes your face from across the terrain. At first, the Spy on the enemy's team didn't bother you at all, rarely seeing him as you were much more concerned with the six foot something tall Russian man gunning everyone down from a balcony. But of course the Spy noticed you, it's his job after all to gather intell. Intell on the rival team as well as the actual intelligence.

From the moment you first started working for the Administrator he already had tabs on you.. like a ping sounding on radar.. All grown up and changed with time from the small child he once knew. All those happy memories of tucking you in before bed, the soft comforter wrapped around your tiny form as he did his best to make his voice as gentle and soothing as possible when reading one of those silly little bedtime stories from a brightly colored picture book. Eyes flashing, and his face draining of color, the harsh way he sets his jaw as he runs over to you before using his Invis watch to cloak. You can feel his eyes flickering down in shock to your shirt. Imagining the distaste that the color brings to his matured, weary face.

Spy's thin lips curl up in a grimace. No, no, he can't have that. His precious little one all grown up. Unfortunately on the rival team, no, he'll have to correct that. His mind wandering to a million plans to get you to what he considers is "safety". Having already added an extra bed adjacent to his own in his room. Catching up and learning everything there is to know about you. Your favorite books added to his bookshelf. Your favorite drinks have already been privately ordered in along with his next shipment. Spy plans to take care of you as best he can, because clearly your team runs you ragged.

As soon as you both make eye contact on the battlegrounds of Sawmill it's all over. Utilizing the cover of the falling rain as it comes down from the heavens in a torrential downpour. The rest of your team don't even hear you scream from your spot on the roof as you feel the biting sensation of a tranquilizer digging into the meat of your thigh with a vengeance. The first jarring thing you think about is the fall from such a hight and how it would painstakingly send you back to respawn.

Your thoughts are quickly interuppted by a pair of sturdy arms catching you under your armpits as you fall backwards against a warm chest. The hitch of your breath pierces the air, oxygen filling your shuddering lungs as you slowly drown in the scent of petrichor and the acrid odor of a French brand of cigarette.

Just like how he used to lull you to sleep as a child, Spy softened his tone, his warm moist breath tickling your left ear as he ushered you to your drug induced sleep. The only coherent thought that flashes through your mind before sleep claims is the amount of trouble your going to be in once you wake up.

~~~~~

Well, I know it's not my usual writing style. But I thought that I would have some fun with it. I hope you enjoyed it anon. Because I certainly enjoyed writing this.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Hey Y'all!!

Just posting to ask if you guys can send in any more questions for my PolyMercs AU or my Respawn Children AU (my TF2 NG)?

I've been working on all their designs and have been feinding requesting anyone who is interested in writing fics/material for my PolyMercs AU so they've been on my mind for a while now!

Thanks guys!!

[vapolis]

referring to everyone in the story by name BUT merc aside from a couple special instances to showcase who sees the merc as human vs who is convinced they're orlas dog is sooooo