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“Wouldn't trust ya to not stab me dead when I am talking to ya.” Sniper tightened the grip on his wrist, the blade drawing more blood from his palm.
Spy grimaced slightly, as the other clearly forgot to brush his teeth this morning. Fitting for the rabid dog comparison. “My, who knew someone like you could be capable of making such an acute observation. I am truly impressed.” He didn't break eye contact as he wriggled his right arm a little, one of his concealed blades sliding out of the sleeve and into his palm.
“I'll only say this once now, snake. I am a professional, and I aim for ya bloody forehead. Makes death nice and easy. But if you want to act like a little sadist, then I'll aim for ya knees or guts and leave ya there to crawl to your doc every time I see ya. You got all that, cunt?”
“But of course, mon chéri."
NOTE: This work is a version of a F/F genderbent fic I started writing first. They're almost the same besides gender, so pick according to your preference.
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“Wouldn't trust ya to not stab me dead when I am talking to ya.” Sniper tightened the grip on her wrist, the blade drawing more blood from her palm.
Spy grimaced slightly, as the other clearly forgot to brush her teeth this morning. Fitting for the rabid dog comparison. “My, who knew someone like you could be capable of making such an acute observation. I am truly impressed.” She didn't break eye contact as she wriggled her right arm a little, one of her concealed blades sliding out of the sleeve and into her palm.
“I'll only say this once now, snake. I am a professional, and I aim for ya bloody forehead. Makes death nice and easy. But if you want to act like a little sadist, then I'll aim for ya knees or guts and leave ya there to crawl to your doc every time I see ya. You got all that, cunt?”
“But of course, ma chérie.”
NOTE: This work is available as an un-genderbent version too! They're almost the same besides gender, so pick according to your preference.
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A small record of a rare quiet moment on a rare quiet night.
Working Title: Capturing a Small Moment
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26 May 2025
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Evocative little vignettes of three different flavor of stupid insomniacs ruining their sleep schedule
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Who wants a tasty carrot with no benadryl in it? by FirebrandArchives
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
12 Apr 2025
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Scout seeks refuge in Sniper’s camper during a rainy night, and that’s literally all I can get from it.
i am so sorry this one is baaaad
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Jeremy stared at him. Blinked. Then blinked one more time for good measure. Surely he’s joking. "Let me get this straight," Surely. Hopefully. "You summoned a demon—me specifically—to help you… flirt with your neighbor? Are you serious?"
With the way Ludwig’s grin stretched even wider—Jeremy was starting to worry it might detach from his face entirely—the answer was a resounding yes. "Deadly serious!" Ludwig clapped his hands together, the rubber gloves squeaking again in a way that Jeremy decided was now his personal hell. "Well, not deadly—that would defeat the purpose. You see, the object of my affection is... complicated. Normal methods won’t work. I need someone who can think outside the box—or, in your case, outside the mortal plane."
Or, Ludwig, in a fit of misguided romantic ambition, summons a demon—very threateningly named Jeremy—to help him win the heart of his aloof neighbor.
Meanwhile, Jeremy just wants to go back to his darts. Or, failing that, at least find a way to avoid being roped in the worst romance scheme known to man.
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07 Apr 2025
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Hello, is this Hell Resources? Yeah there's a freak holding one of the employees hostage, can you do something about it?
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Your experience of existence is different when you're a clone.
A poetry fic.
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06 Apr 2025
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Awesomesauce poetry that made me overanalyze it and sniffle just a lil. Being a clone is kinda freaky huh
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“Oh, don't beat yourself up too much.” Spy speaks emotionlessly, matter-of-fact and completely resigned to their impending torture and death. “During your tenure as our supervisor, only one of us has died as a result of your decision making. Statistically, that's nothing to be ashamed of.”
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Set during the Team Fortress 2 comic, Issue #5. Miss Pauling is captured with Spy, Pyro and an incapacitated Demoman, facing imminent torture. Spy offers to split his cyanide tooth with the woman but he isn't willing to risk dropping it on the floor.
Spy and Pauling have to kiss. It's not as romantic as it sounds.
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06 Apr 2025
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The intimacy of killing someone via mouthful of poison shared with a kiss broke into my house and rearranged my bones and fucked my wife