The Strongest of Us (Tf2 x Reader)

Aiden's Ending

"Come with me..."

At first, the short sentence was a tad garbled, as if the person hadn't really spoken to anyone in a long time. That was (Y/N)'s first clue to know who she would be speaking to, as soon as she turned around.

A blaze of messy blond hair and wild hazel eyes. His mask was thrown on the ground next to him, sitting in the dust like it was nothing. As soon as (Y/N) was facing him, he attempted to pour out his heart to her. He didn't want to let her go.

His tongue was tangled, and most of the words he tried turned up to be the slightest bit unintelligible, but in the very end, he ended up using his hands.

He pointed at himself, then made a heart with his hands, then pointed at (Y/N). He did it over and over again, just to make sure his message was clear.

To (Y/N), his message was as clear as day...

~~~

(Y/N) had to work hard for a very long time. She had to find something to put on her resume that was actually true to get a job here and there. Even if it was an odd job.

She worked part-time with Tom, at the bar, to make a quick buck as a waitress, then she would deliver the Teufort Times as a side gig. When she was all done, she would come home. Home had to be shared. Ivan and Tom offered to let them room in above the tavern, until she and Aiden could get up on their feet somewhere.

Aiden was extremely shy. Most of the time, he spent locked away in the room he shared with (Y/N), coddling close to his gas mask and his poor balloonicorn. The thing was almost ripped to shreds, he was so nervous. He eventually summoned us courage, however, behind the masked confidence of the gas mask. He warmed up to Ivan, leaning towards him for a little bit of life advice for future reference. Ivan, admittedly a little intimidated by the fire-loving plush toy, took quite some time to warm up to Pyro. It was a very slow start for the two, but Ivan learned to tolerate him. If starting a life with Aiden is what (Y/N) wanted to do with all her heart, who was he to stop her?

Life progressed as usual for some time. Aiden earned a place in the kitchen, through a number of trial and error. He had grown an attraction to the fire emitting from the grill, and earned the title of "Burger Master." It was his specialty, and he loved to do it! People would ask for him by the name of, "Burger Master," but he would simply not answer. Aiden was far too shy, still, to answer to anyone beckon call except for (Y/N)'s. He kept to himself, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried to get him to relax. She eventually learned to respect his wishes.

(Y/N) had become somewhat of a shutin on her own time, as well. People still weren't settling with the fact that she had, "faked her death," and decided to miraculously arise from her grave and come back. She had been turned down from a lot of jobs for that, and it had become unfair. The job at the bar was fine, but it wasn't enough.

Ivan agreed it was high time to leave, so he sat down with (Y/N) at the dining room table one night, in the little flat above the bar, and together, they planned out their future. It would be safe, secure, and sweet. Enough to last (Y/N) and Aiden for the rest of their lives.

Looking along a map and through the details of the states that were unfamiliar to them now, they were forced to choose an interstate. One that wouldn't cause too much of a fuss when they snuck in and became undercover citizens.

Kansas looked like a nice place to be.

~~~

A gentle breeze blessed the calm summer air. It swirled and twiddled across the yard and to the clothes line, where it mussed the pristine white bedsheets hanging along the wire.