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TF2 Drabbles: Soldier/Demo & Scout/Sniper - Cooking
Summary: Cooking bacon and eggs over a fire in a paper bag: which mercs are trying to learn how, which mercs are trying to teach them how (and probably arguing over proper technique), and does it turn into chaos before or after Soldier attempts it his own way?
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“For the last bloody time, you’re not supposed to do it over an open flame,” Sniper said. “Wait for it to die down a bit then cook it over the hot coals.”
“If the fire dies though then it’s not gonna be hot enough to cook anything,” Scout replied, gesturing to the still burning flame.
“Still not how this works. An open fire would burn the bag and everything inside it. The coals will be plenty hot enough. Just wait.”
“I don’t wanna wait. I’m bored and hungry now.” Despite that Scout did settle down on the log beside Sniper again. He was a coward, not sticking to his guns even though this was the third time he’d tried to argue.
Soldier was bored and hungry not too. He wasn’t going to sit back and wait any longer no matter what Sniper said. Instead he stood and headed over to where Demo was about done setting up their tent. Soldier had volunteered to help but Demo had shooed him off rather quickly, telling him to go make food.
“Let’s cook with explosives,” he said as Demo looked up at him.
“What?”
“Let’s cook with explosives. They are arguing off and on about cooking eggs and bacon over an open flame or hot coals. I am tired of listening to it and tired of waiting. Explosives are hot so they should cook eggs and bacon instantly, right?”
Demo straightened and brushed himself off. “It’d certainly do something instantly, don’t know if ‘cook’ would be the right word for it. But uh… fuck it, let’s try it. I’m sober enough I could probably come up with something that might sorta work. And if it don’t, we’ll just go back and do the boring old fashioned way.”
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TF2 Drabbles: Pauling/Scout & Soldier/Zhanna - Double Date
Summary: Okay, one where Scout and Miss Pauling go on a double date with another pairing?
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A double date had seemed like a good idea at the time but Soldier and Zhanna were well… themselves. Pauling should’ve gone in knowing the day would end with them burying bodies in the desert to hide the evidence. Far from the first time she’d had to do so but at least she had company this time.
“Being out in the desert at sunset is romantic, right?” Scout said as he set the shovel in the ground to look out towards the setting sun. “So it’s like were still on a date even if burying bodies fucking sucks.”
“Next time we’ll bring a picnic.” Because next time Pauling knew better what to expect.
“A picnic?” Zhanna asked, looking up from the hole she and Soldier were working on. It was bigger than Scout’s and Pauling’s, probably about done but she’d let them go for however long they wished, it’d keep them occupied. “I do not know this word.”
Before Pauling could explain it, Soldier cut in. “A picnic is one of the most American of meals, beat only by barbecue. It is when you put food and a blanket in a basket and take it outdoors. You lay the blanket out and put the food on top of it. If you’re lucky, animals will come and eat with you.”
“Ooh, what kinds of animals?”
“Dogs, cats, raccoons, anything around.”
“Bears if you doing it in the woods,” Scout added. “But you don’t wanna be joined by them.”
Zhanna nodded. “Because then they will view you as food too. I know bears.”
“So its decided then,” Soldier said, “next time we go burying bodies in the desert together we will also bring a picnic.”
“Maybe we could try to avoid the burying bodies part next time.” Because Pauling buried enough bodies for work reasons, she didn’t need to be doing it recreationally too. Especially with how little time off work she got to do stuff like this – it was better now that she’d taken over the Administrator's position but that added its own set of responsibilities. Other than that though, it was indeed a plan.
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TF2 Drabbles: Lieutenant Bites & Soldier - His Favorite
Summary: The raccoons' perspective of Soldier - does his behaviour make any more sense to them than it does to humans?
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Father smelled of blood, death, and burnt dusty powder as he marched into the room, hardened feet thumping on the ground. He called as he shut the opening in the wall, making the sound that meant he’d brought food.
Bites scrambled out from under the raised nest to wait at his feet while he lowered the dish. As soon as it was down, she dug in. He always brought good food. As she ate, he lowered one of his big meaty paws to stroke her. Absolutely worthless as a grooming effort, he could and did sometimes do better, but it felt nice anyway so she tolerated it. He made more sounds at her, none of it that meant anything.
Food gone, she looked up at him. Sometimes he gave her more. … Not today though as he took away the dish and offered a forearm for her to climb up onto. She did so, scrambling up to his shoulders. Ride time. An opportunity for more food might present itself if she was fast enough.
Father marched out, reopening the wall, allowing them to leave. Not long later, they ran into another one of the tall ones. The tall one that often emitted foul smoke and always smelled of it. Bites sounded a warning at him as he stared at her. He made angry sounds but was just a bit too far away to jump at. Father responded with more angry sounds though. His sounds were louder.
The other one left, retreating without fighting as always. Bites still wanted to bite him. Maybe next time but probably not. Father always scared the smoker off without a physical battle. He was that big and strong. Being his favorite had advantages.
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TF2 'Drabbles': Lieutenant Bites - Dropped Cake
'Summary': Cake disaster - it's one of their birthdays and the cake gets dropped.
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TF2 'Drabbles': Spy & Sniper/Scout - Shovel Talk
Summary: maybe some speeding bullet + dadspy giving sniper a shovel talk??
[A/N] In the interest of helping me catch up a little bit faster on requests, I'm leaving this one as just a sketch.
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TF2 Drabbles: RED Medic/BLU Medic - Hard to Come By
Summary: If I may request again? How about Blu Medic x Red Medic: Blu Medic is introverted and shier than his counter part, but isn't afraid to kick his ass if he goes too far in some situations. So he does. I imagine that both teams have the day off from fighting, just relaxing and what not, then Red Medic is chasing the Scouts to get them back to the medbau. He was doing sketchy stuff again. Both Scouts bump into Blu Medic who was sitting down and trying to listen to music. When Red gets closer, Blu is pissed off and slams the wall twice before telling red to: 'Sit. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!' Red obeys immediately, the Blu stands over him glaring with a blank tired face: 'Go away and be quiet love, or else...'
[A/N] Only really followed the vibe of the prompt on this one but I'm a discovery writer so I rarely am able to follow through on specific plans for a piece.
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Peace was of course hard to come by in their line of work. Even on days they had off from fighting robots, there was a lot to do and many of their number were naturally high energy, the job required such. Fritz wasn’t unreasonable on the front but… there were limits. Surely Ludwig could harass the Scouts about his idea to hollow out their bones to help them run faster literally anywhere other than the lab – yeah, they shared it but they weren’t supposed to work today so the two of them should’ve been the only ones here. And surely they could protest the idea a little less loudly or just consent to it, make it easier for everyone.
The shouting got louder and louder. Fritz’s gramophone struggled to be heard over it. Busy as he was, he didn’t bother to take it out often but today had seemed a good day for it… apparently not though.
“Fritz,” Ludwig shouted even louder, “come over here and help me convince them that this is a good idea. And that they should just let me do it because I decided to be nice and ask first.”
“That’s not being nice.” Jeremy was shouting louder now too. “And if you try to not ask first I’m gonna bash your fucking brains in. So how ‘bout instead, Fritz, you come over here and tell him to drop it and hurry up and get the damn flu shot bullshit done with already so we can leave.”
Fritz could continue to try to ignore them and hope they shut up soon. Or he could pack up his gramophone and book and just leave. Or he could indeed go over, not to do as either had requested but instead to take matters into his own hands. … The latter was his only real option if he wanted peace without dragging himself halfway across the desert.
So he slammed his book shut, stood and started over. The argument resumed before he got there. He didn’t bother trying to follow it because he did not care, the opposite in fact. Upon reaching them he slapped his opens palms down on the metal operating table they stood next to, hard as he could to make as loud a sound as he could. “Shut up.”
All three of them immediately obeyed, their full attention suddenly on him. “You two,” he pointed to the Scouts, “leave.”
“But…” Scooter started to protest but cutting himself off. “Fine. If I catch whatever Soldier has, I’m blaming you guys.” He turned and left with Jeremy on his heels, voicing his own thoughts on the matter that Fritz wasn’t listening to as he turned his attention solely onto Ludwig next.
Just the two of them, he switched to speaking German. “You can go away too, love, but if you stay, you’re gonna be quiet.”
“I’m sensing an ‘or else’ at the end of that.”
“Yeah, you are. Because those are your only two options. We agreed not to work today.”
“Fair point. I apologize. And so I will head off because I do need to make sure no one else catches whatever Soldier has.”
“Good. I will be here relaxing. See you later.” Given how easy that was, Fritz should really put his foot down more often.
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TF2 Drabbles: Pyro/Medic - I Think I Might be An Idiot
Summary: I know it’s a little overdone, but could I suggest a hanahaki fic with pyro/medic? Maybe pyro confesses just in time for some fluff and angst :)
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Pyro being sick was unusual by itself. He was normally pretty hardy, even the flu that had swept through the team a couple months ago, binding several of them to their beds for almost a whole week, hadn’t shook him much. So when he’d come to Medic, complaining of a painful cough, Medic hadn’t worried, thinking it just a cold. He’d given Pyro some cough syrup before sending him on his way so he could prepare for when everyone else caught it and inevitably suffered worse.
Such hadn’t occurred though. No one else got sick and instead Pyro got worse and worse until he couldn’t even perform in battle anymore.
“I think you should move permanently into the infirmary where I can keep a better eye on you,” Medic said, ceasing his pacing as the coughing on the other side of the curtain around Pyro’s bed finally wheezed to a halt.
“Don’t wanna.” Even without the mask, Pyro’s voice was barely audible. It was strained as if he had trouble breathing.
Medic could force him and would be justified in doing so. But he’d never had to force Pyro do anything before. Usually he was the one who cooperated with Medic the most, even more than Heavy at times. But he’d caught whatever this was and then shortly after stopped letting Medic even see him without the suit and mask on, let alone anything else, like properly examine him to find out what was wrong.
“I must insist you finally let me examine you here, at least. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“I just need more cough syrup.”
Cough syrup had stopped doing anything helpful for him, if it ever had, weeks ago. Insisting he was fine was something Medic would’ve expected from like half the others on the team but never Pyro. Nothing was adding up and… it had been going on for a while now.
“You know if you’re sick for too long you’ll be removed you from Respawn so when you die of whatever the fuck this is, it’ll be permanent.”
“Miss Pauling wouldn’t do that.”
“She wouldn’t but the Administrator would and according to Miss Pauling, is planning to. She wants to replace you. Miss Pauling argued and got you another week in the system but that’s it.” It was far too short a time so if Pyro didn’t give in soon, Medic would force it, his trust be damned.
There was a long silence from Pyro while Medic resumed pacing. Being a private person, the room was small and had no window, making the space feel slightly claustrophobic. The familiar smell of blood filled it; Pyro could only be coughing it up though he wouldn’t let Medic see. When asked, he denied it and refused to answer entirely.
Finally, after another too long coughing fit, Pyro answered, his voice quiet and pleading. “I don’t wanna die.”
“I don’t want you to die either so let me fucking help.” Even if his main goal in pursuing medicine wasn’t to help people, it could still allow him do so when he felt the need to but only if he was also allowed to.
Another long pause before… “Okay. You can open the curtain.”
Before he could change his mind, Medic strode over and did so, throwing them open hard enough to make their stand rattle. Pyro sat on the bed, slightly propped up against some pillows, the blanket pulled up halfway to his chest. Surrounding him were blood spattered flower petals. In the trashcan next to him, there were even more.
“Ah! I’m familiar with this disease.” He’d always wanted to see it in person but being magical in nature, it was rare. Ooh, the temptation to study it was strong! But… it had already gone on so long and they had such a short time frame to get Pyro back on his feet… damn it. “Lucky for you, it’s actually got a fairly simple cure. All you got to do is...”
“I know,” Pyro interrupted. “Gotta tell someone I love them.”
“If you knew that why didn’t you?” Medic could just about slap him for letting him worry for so long.
“I don’t think he loves me back.”
“That doesn’t matter, it’s the telling that matters. Who is it, I’ll go get them.” It was certainly going to be awkward but better that than Pryo dead.
More hesitation, lasting long enough that Medic was taking a breath to ensure him, he wouldn’t judge so Pyro should just hurry up and say already, before finally he spoke. “You.”
“Oh.” That… certainly explained why Pyro had been avoiding him specifically.
“I love you.” As soon as the words were out his mouth, Pyro’s face scrunched up as he put a hand to his chest. He coughed one more time, bringing up a single petal that would be the last.
Damn, Medic should’ve brought him into the lab to get an x-ray on his chest before having him confess. He could’ve seen the flower and then watch it magically vanish. … Too late now. But also he had something else to worry about; Pyro’s confession. How did he feel about that? … Well, given he hadn’t asked Pyro to come to his lab so he could study his disease up close and personal but instead had remained focused on wanting him cured, he knew the answer to that.
He walked the rest of the way over to Pyro’s bedside. Bending down he gently took one of Pyro’s hands in both of his, lifting it for a light kiss on his knuckles. “I love you too.” Such words weren’t easy for him to say but he needed to make his reciprocation clear.
Now it was Pyro’s turn to respond with nothing but an, “Oh.”
“You should’ve just told me to begin with, would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble.”
“Yeah… probably. Sorry. I think I might be an idiot.”
“I don’t think I can argue with that. As long as you’re an alive idiot though, it’s fine.” And as long as he was Medic’s idiot too.
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TF2 Drabbles: Engie/Scout - New Year's Party
Summary: could i request engiescout 🥺 maybe the mercs are having a new years party and scout is bummed out that hes going into new years away from his ma and fam and engie helps to cheer him up :3
[A/N] Happy New Year's! Here's to hoping 2024 treats us well.
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New Year’s wasn’t a holiday that Scout had ever given much weight to before. So soon after Christmas, one of the biggest holidays, it was had to think of it as important. Thus he hadn’t complained about the order to return to base before it instead of after it as they’d done in previous years. Celebrating it with the team had seemed like a perfectly fine substitute at the time. Now that he was here though, it didn’t feel like a good substitute at all.
Normally New Years was the last day he got to spend with Ma and the rest of his family before heading back to work until he could see them again on Thanksgiving. So instead of drinking, he always went around to make sure he chatted with everyone at least a little bit or pulled a prank here or there when an opportunity presented itself for people to remember him by. Technically he could still do that but he was gonna see these guys basically every day until Thanksgiving instead. Which was great, hanging out and working with these fools were a large part of why he loved his job. But he liked hanging out with his family too. He didn’t get a choice though so he just had to suck it up.
Unfortunately having thought so hard about it that he’d figured out why he felt more down than he usually did during team parties didn’t help him feel any better. If anything it made him feel worse because now he was actively aware of missing his family instead of just vaguely dissatisfied. Ugh, this is why he usually ran from his emotions instead of trying to understand them.
Maybe he should just drink himself stupid until he forgot about it. Demo had spiked the punch with some pretty heavy alcohol so it wouldn’t be hard. He’d miss the stroke of midnight but did it even matter? Yeah, it was the point of the holiday and all but…
“Hey bud.”
He flinched a little, his gaze snapping up. So wrapped up in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed Engie approaching. As always he looked odd without his hardhat and goggles, rare was the days he didn’t wear them. Scout had somehow convinced him into completely taking off working on stuff for the rest of today to attend the team New Year’s party instead so he’d taken them off.
Scout quickly shook off his surprise, hopefully before Engie noticed it. “Hey pal.”
“You doing all right?”
“What? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Don’t know but you’re sitting over here by yourself and that ain’t like you so I figured maybe something was wrong.”
“So you decided to come over here and make sure I’m okay or something?”
“Yep.”
If it were anyone else Scout would’ve brushed them off. But Engie had always been the least judgmental person on the team. Also the least likely to spread personal stuff. Which wasn’t to say he was judgment free or never spread anything, but when it came to stuff told directly to him in confidence, he was good about keeping to himself and not being outwardly harsh about whatever he thought of it. And so Scout had always liked talking to him, sometimes it even made him feel better.
“I’m just a bit homesick. Which like yeah, yeah, I know we were just allowed to go home for Christmas but normally we don’t gotta come back until tomorrow. So normally I’m at the New Year’s party my Ma hosts with however many of my brothers, their spouses and kids stick around for it. It’s like weird to be here instead, you know?”
“Hmm… can’t say I really know but I understand the sentiment, I think. You didn’t get to spend as much time with your folks as you usually do and didn’t get to give them the kinda goodbye you usually do either. So makes sense your feeling a bit off. Now, I ain’t really sure how to help with that kinda thing but uh… you want company? Maybe we could play some cards or something.”
Before he’d come over Scout wouldn’t have thought company would be enjoyable. Now that he was here though and offering to help even though admitting he wasn’t sure how to, it seemed the exact perfect thing. So… “Yeah, sure, company sounds great. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
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TF2 'Drabbles': Engie/Medic - Mistletoe
Summary: For a request: if you’re feeling up to it, would love some Science Party! Maybe keeping the December theme up, something related to mistletoe
[A/N] I wanted to get this request done before the end of December but because I'm still in my end of year break it's just a quick sketch instead of a full piece.
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TF2 Drabbles: Engie - Turbine Center
Upon hearing the Turbine building had been converted into a shopping mall to capitalize on Tuefort’s only other mall closing down just before the holiday season began, Engie would’ve thought they wouldn’t be stationed here again. But as was often the case when it came to expecting anything from the Mann brothers, it had been foolish not to expect it. Orders were to not harm any of the decorations or store displays, heavily limiting the areas in which they could fight, resulting in an even harder stalemate than usual, rivaling even the stalemates of 2Fort itself.
So with nothing else to do and trusting Pyro to keep the enemy Spy off his sentry, Engie snuck out to find the train. Technically it was part of the decorations and thus perhaps best not messed with. He wasn’t going to harm it though, just put it back on its track going around the tree in the center, get it moving, and add a thing or too that could easily be removed before the mall went back into operation as such.
Finding where it had been stored was easy, it was rather large after all. First he added a couple plates of spikes to the front, making them as securely attached as he could without welding them on. Next came putting his mini-sentry onto and then he could take it to circle the tree and claim the central area in the process.
Making the train faster too would’ve been fun but he’d likely get in trouble if he messed with its engine so he would refrain for now. Maybe later tonight when it would be quite as obvious who’d done it, he’d return to do so. For now though getting the training running with spikes on the front and his mini in the back would have to do.
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TF2 Drabbles: Pyro - Galleria
Yes, there was a rocket in the middle of the ice rink that they were supposed to be fueling. It was rather poorly disguised as a Christmas tree. The exact specifics of why they were trying to hide it like that, Pyro had missed because it didn’t really matter; when the Administrator pointed and said ‘go’, Pyro went. But it was still an ice rink and it had been a long time since Pyro had last been to such a place.
With how distracted everyone was by the oddity of having to set up base inside a mall, sneaking out was easy. The ice rink was in the exact center, meaning the risk of running into any REDs on the way there was fairly low. And blessedly upon reaching it there were still no REDs or anyone else on BLU either.
Thankfully despite how long it had been since he’d last worn them Pyro’s ice skates still fit. Upon standing up and stepping onto the ice with them on though he lost his balance. He barely managed to grab onto the railing at the side of the rink in time to stop himself from face planting. Living in a desert, it had been way too long since he’d last had a chance to go ice skating. But he had several hours before battle and the Zamboni was currently parked. So he had plenty of time and space to get the feel for it again.
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TF2 Drabbles: Sniper -Wutville
[A/N] And this is where I ran out of winter/winter holiday requests (at the time anyway, I have one more now which I will try to do before the end of the year but I don't know) so the final three are themed around some of the holiday maps. They're also the shortest of the lot because I was at the end of my creative rope and eager for my end of year break.
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Upon hearing the name ‘Wutville’ Sniper hadn’t thought much of it beyond it being an odd name even compared to the other oddly named places they sometimes got stationed to fight over. But the place went far above and beyond the oddity of its name.
“It looks like Christmas threw up on this town,” Scout said. A very apt way of describing it for sure. It was barely even into December and yet the place was already decked out for the holiday. All the trees was heavily decorated, lights everywhere, and every single building was painted in festive designs that resembled Christmas wrapping paper or ugly Christmas sweaters.
“It’s making me feel like I wanna vomit too.” The slight slur to Demo’s words indicated that he might be serious. At least they were no longer in the car though so as long as he did so off in an ally somewhere it’d be fine.
“I like it,” Solider said as he stepped out in front of everyone. “It’s beautiful.”
“Ugly is more like it,” Spy said. “Why are we fighting in a place like this?”
“Same reason we fight over everything, our boss wants us to,” Engie said. “Redmond owns the place which makes Blutarch want it so he sent his folk here to try to get it or blow it up trying so we gotta defend it or blow it up trying.”
“Our boss is an idiot.” With that Spy turned back to the van to start gathering his stuff to carry into their new, festive base.
Their boss being an idiot was nothing new. As long as he continued to pay them good though, Sniper would put up with it. Though, with how clearly the townsfolk here were about their decorations, even if they weren’t to Sniper’s taste, it felt a shame to fight over it and likely harm it in the process. Nothing could be done about that though. And on the bright side, even before being able to get a good look around, several spots that looked as if they’d provide a good line of sight were already fairly obvious. So this was likely to be a good battle ground for Sniper at least.
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TF2 Drabbles: Pyro/Medic - Break
Summary: Could i request some pyromedic holiday fluff? Maybe the two going on a special trip together, medic surprising pyro?
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Usually Medic didn’t do anything for the holiday break. The team party held on the last day before everyone was allowed to leave was more than enough holiday cheer for him. In the following couple weeks before everyone returned and work resumed was the perfect opportunity to catch up on personal project.
Pyro had expressed being perfectly okay with that. He just wanted to spend the break with Medic. A lovely sentiment even if Medic didn’t understand why Pyro was that sweet on him. Not understanding didn’t hurt Medic’s enjoyment of that. He could easily accept that and let Pyro keep him company during his work and have him help where possible. It was only the two of them at the base now, resulting in Pyro spending even more time in the lab than usual. Not a problem at all, Medic enjoyed his company but…
Medic glanced up from his own work that he hadn’t even been truly focused on for a while now. On the other side of the lab, he’d set Pyro to making more medi-gun fluid to ensure they’d have a good stockpile of it once the fighting resumed. Pyro was still there, working on it, not a single complaint even though it was the day before Christmas Eve. He deserved more from Medic.
They hadn’t done anything special or anything they didn’t normally do since the break had started despite this being a good time to do so. Instead they’d gotten a lot of work down around the lab and had even cleaned the whole base, Pyro doing most of the work on the latter. They, Pyro in particular, had certainly earned some proper time off.
Not even bothering to finish what he was working on first – he was too distracted and it wasn’t anything urgent – Medic stood. “Let’s take a trip somewhere.”
Pyro paused and looked up at him. “Where?”
“Wherever you want. Finish up with that batch while I call up my usual bird sitter and then we’ll pack and head off. Plane tickets will likely be more expensive this time of year but we can afford it.”
“Oh but… aren’t you too busy with work to go anywhere?”
“I got a lot done already and it’s almost Christmas so we should go somewhere nice for it.” He didn’t particularly celebrate it himself but Pyro did so wherever he wanted to go to for it and whatever he wanted to do, Medic would go and do with him. It was the least he could do given how often Pyro accommodated for him.
Pyro was silent for a few second before replying. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
He lifted his hands to do a little clap. “Okay!”
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TF2 Drabbles: BLU Soldier/RED Soldier - You Look Like Me
Summary: holiday related crossfaction shippy something: both teams at a mandatory joint Christmas party. Amidst the trying (or not trying) to not end the night with everyone in respawn*, one of the classes hits it off surprising well with his counterpart.
*so what if the higher ups are hoping this will end in gunfire and explosions? the mercs pretend to have some standards. Some of them, anyways.
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Before leaving the base, Spy had told all of them to be careful because this might be a trap. Soldier had been ready and prepared not to mention furious that anyone would dare to use a Christmas party as a means to lay a trap. He’d brought his rocket launcher, shotgun, and shovel, ready to kill all of them the moment the enemy team showed signs of betrayal. Normally he’d have made the first move but it was un-American to break the peace of a Christmas party.
So far though nothing was happening. It was being held in a building at about the halfway point between their bases. There was food, drink, and even a radio playing Christmas music. The Heavies and Medics had set to mingling almost immediately. The Pyros had quickly starting sharing and comparing their lighters in the corner. The Demos were drinking together as if it were no big deal. The Scouts had had the closest thing to a proper conflict in the form of an argument that was resolved so quickly, Soldier hadn’t caught what it had even been about. Everyone else was hovering around, not quite mingling but not fighting or looking like they were about to start a fight either.
Perhaps Spy had been wrong and this wasn’t a trap but just a Christmas party. The time for a truce was Christmas after all. If that was the case that mean Soldier could relax and enjoy the party.
Rolling some of the tension out of his shoulders, he started towards his BLU counterpart. The BLU Solider was odd. Soldier had had many questions for him since first seeing him back during their first battle towards the start of the year. The battlefield was not the time for questions though and so he’d never been able to ask any of them. And now finally he could.
Upon reaching him, Soldier took a breath to ask his first question. Before he could get it out though, BLU spoke first. “Why do you look like me?”
That was the exact question he’d been going to ask. “It is you that looks like me. Why is that?”
“Incorrect. You look like me. There must be a reason for it. Do you know Merasmus?”
“Yes. We used to be roommates.”
“That must be it then. He was my roommate in college before I dropped out to go kill Nazis in Europe.”
Anyone who went out of their way to kill Nazis was a friend as far as Soldier was concerned. So despite being on the enemy team, this guy wasn’t so bad. And he knew Merasmus too, how cool was that? This party had suddenly gotten quite interesting.
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TF2 Drabbles: Demo/Pyro - Christmas Pudding
Summary: He's [Demo] probably made a Christmas pudding too - to the delight of Pyro, who obviously gets to be the one to *carefully* ignite the brandy for it.
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The biggest downside to being one of the few people on the team competent in the kitchen was the expectation to use that competence to make food for team parties. It was probably a good thing though. Having something to do meant Demo wasn’t drinking and he did that more than he should already. And baking was enjoyable. It was like lower stakes explosive making; the perfect balance of ingredients was needed otherwise the end result would be a disaster.
So Demo wasn’t complaining or upset about being put on dessert duty for the Christmas Party. Heck, he’d volunteered for it. But now that he was here, a part of him really would rather be drinking. … Maybe he could do both. As long as he was careful not to drink too much it would…
A knock on the wall by the kitchen’s entrance broke that line of thought. Probably for the best as that was a bad idea for sure. He turned to see it was Pyro.
“Need help?” he asked, speaking loud in order to be heard through the mask.
“Uh.. yeah sure, why not? I could use help.” And a another distraction to keep him focused on the task at hand.
Pyro did a little clap before stepping further into the kitchen. Demo would also be keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn’t burn anything or start any problem fires. So in a way they’d be keeping each other accountable.
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“Now comes the best part,” Demo said as he finished pouring the brandy on the Christmas pudding. “You get to set this on fire and then carry it out to impress everyone.”
Even without being able to see his face, Pyro seemed to visibly light up. “Really? I get to do it?”
“Yep. You’re the fire expert here. Just, you know, be careful.” Maybe it was a bit risky but if Demo could be trusted to not always drink himself stupid every time he was around alcohol then surely Pyro could be trusted to not always get carried away around fire. “Don’t burn down the base or anything.”
“I won’t! I promise! Thank you!” And it made Pyro happy and thus surely it could be justified. With how miserable the world could be sometimes, one had the right to find happiness whenever and wherever possible after all.
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Maybe I'll Stop by Later
Summary: Pyro accidentally guilt trips Engie into taking a break for the team Christmas party.
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Pyro poked his head into Engie’s workshop. Yep, he was still there and still working. It was the last day before they had their first major break since they’d started this job. So perhaps he was trying to finish whatever he was working on in preparation for heading home for the holidays tomorrow. But… “The party’s started in the common room.”
Engie looked up at him. “Huh?”
Pyro repeated himself, speaking louder and slower this time in hopes of being better understood. Engie had always been the best at understanding him through the mask mostly because he tried to. Which encouraged Pyro to make more effort towards being understood. “You should join us.”
“Oh, uh… maybe I’ll stop by later.” Even if he meant that in the moment, he’d forget about it later and not come.
Pyro walked further into the room, closing the door behind him. “You could take a break now.” And then maybe once he was at the party, he’d end up having a good time and want to stay for the whole or most of it. “You deserve one.”
“Nah, not really. I had to double check to make sure both cars are in running order this morning so I didn’t get to get started on this until like an hour ago. And I’ve got almost nothing substantial done on it in that time.”
Pyro wasn’t going to force him to come to the party if he didn’t want to. Maybe he didn’t like parties and/or Christmas so pushing him would be rude. Besides, Pyro’s flamethrower was probably due for some thorough maintenance anyway, it had been a while. He left to go retrieve it from his room.
Upon returning with it to the workshop, he carried it over to the side table and sat down to start taking it apart. It was easier to work on without the gas mask obscuring his vision but more than that, he didn’t like working on it alone if he didn’t have to. Working on things in the same room as another person working on their own thing was nice. So as long as Engie kept open his invitation to use the side table for others to work on their own stuff, Pyro was going to take advantage of it.
“Much as I appreciate your company, I know you’ve looking forward the Christmas party. You should go have fun with everyone.”
“You’re leaving tomorrow. I want to hang out with you.” Everyone was leaving as far as Pyro knew, except for himself as he had nowhere to go. Part of the reason he’d been looking forward to the team Christmas/going away for the holidays party was because he’d thought he’d get to hang out and have fun with everyone before they all left. Since that wasn’t happening, he was going to prioritize and make sure he spent time with Engie. “I’ll go later.” Hopefully when most of them would still be sober enough to play cards or board games with.
“Well… all right then. If that’s what you wanna do.”
It was so Pyro didn’t respond.
Not even five minutes of silent work time went by before Engie stood up and made his way around to stand in front of the desk. “You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind. A break to go to the party for an hour or two couldn’t hurt. I ain’t gonna see everyone again ‘til the after New Year’s after all. So uh… you wanna come with?” He gestured back towards the door.
The flamethrower was already halfway taken apart and leaving the task unfinished was bothersome. But on the other hand hanging out with Engie and everyone else at the same time was the ideal scenario and the Christmas decorations were all so pretty. And he could come back to the workshop with Engie afterwards to finish. So, nodding vigorously, Pyro stood and followed Engie out towards the common room and the party.
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TF2 Drabbles: Demo - Fruitcake Constest
Summary: how about fruitcake? (It's a lot more edible if infused with lots of booze so it doesn't get dry - the others probably think Demo "feeding" the cake with rum/whiskey/brandy is just drunken weirdness, until the big day when he finally serves it up. Most of the others' fruitcakes are likely only good for catapulting...)
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When Demo had been invited to partake in a fruitcake contest, he’d assumed it would be a serious contest to make the best cake. Turns out though, based off an overheard conversation, the plan actually was to catapult fruitcakes into the enemy base. Whoever made the one that splatted the best won the contest.
The misunderstanding was probably his fault for forgetting not only the American stereotype that all fruitcakes were nigh-on inedible but also that these fools were hopeless when it came to baking. So why would they hold a serious baking contest? Not that he was an expert by any means but he knew a thing or two, including the proper way to make a fruitcake. That was fine though. He could just serve his cake for everyone to eat while they were catapulting all the other cakes.
Given that no one knew what was coming with it, he would keep it a surprise until the big day. So upon getting caught carefully pouring rum over his cake, he answered no questions about his reasons for doing so. Everyone was used to him being a bit weird sometimes anyway so they all quickly moved on.
Eventually the big day came. Early in the morning before they were due for the battlefield but set so that they’d arrive after BLU had already left the base – they’d be late but it would be worth it – they packed up their stuff and headed out. Demo made sure to bring everything he would need to serve his cake too. His unmarked box got a few curious looks but no one really cared that much.
Upon reaching their chosen spot Engie hopped out of the car and with Pyro’s help began setting up the catapult he’d built for this. Demo set up his little portable table, placing a nice tablecloth atop it before placing his cake down alongside a stack of plates. He began cutting it into nine equal slices, placing on disposable plates he’d brought.
“It’s not gonna splat good all cut up like that,” Scout said when he was about halfway done.
Demo didn’t even bother looking up at him as he continued cutting and placing. “This one ain’t for splatting.”
“You expect us to eat it then?”
“Yep. It’s good, laddie, I promise. Try it before you make any other judgments.” Finished slicing, he looked up at Scout and handed him the final piece and a fork.
Scout eyed it and him suspiciously for a few seconds. “If this is some king of prank and you put super hot sauce and/or some bitter nastiness in it to mess with us, I’m gonna prank you back, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, just try it.” Competitive by nature, Demo had started with the intent to make the best dang fruitcake he possibly could. He’d kept that resolve up upon finding out the truth of the contest to prove to these guys fruitcake could be good, lots of folk were just bad at making it. So he was pretty damn confident.
Scout gave him one last measuring look before finally taking a small bite. He quickly followed it up with another bigger bite.
“How’s it taste?” Engie asked. He and the rest of the team had noticed Demo’s efforts by now too and had gathered around.
“Uh… pretty good actually. How the fuck you’d manage that? These things normally are like impossible to eat.”
“Rum.”
“Is it even fruitcake anymore if it’s edible?” Sniper asked as he stepped forward to grab a slice too.
“’Course it is. I made it the way it’s supposed to be made. Somewhere ‘long the way the recipe got messed up or something and got everyone confused ‘bout what a fruitcake should be like. Have fun splatting your abominations ‘gainst the enemy base though.”
Everyone was soon trying their slice. Murmured exclamations of surprise everywhere. Even Pyro loosened his mask enough to allow him to get a fork full of it to his mouth to try. Seems Demo’s plan had been a roaring success.
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