TF2 x Reader: When Two Worlds Meet

Chapter 87

~~~Timeskip by Shooting Star Sniper~~~

     Midnight was approaching, and the full moon illuminated above trees and houses, outlining them with its soft, pale glow. The late hours were so silent that one could only hear crickets chirping in gardens, or even owls hooting in nearby trees. It was at this time when Spy carried (Y/N) bridal style inside their home, passing through a dark living room until he reached the staircase. As quiet as a mouse, the RED member climbed up with slow steps one by one, making sure no creaking sound disturbed anyone from their slumbers before arriving on the second floor. Emitting a sigh of relief, the Frenchman proceeded on towards his lady's room.

     Twisting a metal knob, he slowly entered to see all of his teammates napping peacefully in their sleeping bags; thankfully, none of them chose to occupy any spot on the comfy covered mattress. Spy then closed the door from behind, walking to their vacant bed before gently laying his sleeping beauty in there. Once done, he started kicking off leather shoes to the side and removing clothing until his bare chest and boxers were exposed. Now relaxed, the support teammate climbed in and sat up, cushioning his back against a pillow before carefully pulling (Y/N) closer. With both arms securing her form, Spy caressed his lady's head, enjoying the moment of combing ungloved fingers through her (H/C) hair; however, this was short-lived when a couple snores were audible a few feet away.

     Looking over, the annoyed Frenchman observed Scout napping in a corner with his mouth hanging open. He felt like wanting to shut him up at first; but then, his expression softened when something glistened on the offense member's chest. Slowly getting up from bed and walking over barefoot, Spy knelt down to get a better look it. Indeed, it was that silver chain necklace he left behind when Scout was an infant. Examining those engraved dog tags, the older mercenary noticed their luster remained the same, not even marred with a single scratch or smudge.

     "Hmm...Jeremy must've taken care of zhem very vell..." He thought to himself. "I vonder if he had ever—Vait."

     It took seconds for Spy to remember Scout's abilities, which eventually caused him to facepalm.

     "Zhat's right...Jeremy can't read."

     Letting out a soft yet disappointed sigh, the Frenchman watched down again, trying to imagine what that Bostonian might've went through during his absence. He even recalled those times when Scout's mother used to make phone calls or send him handwritten letters about his early life; but unfortunately, those came to a sudden halt during the boy's late teenage years. Looking over at a clock, Spy knew that it was getting late. He needed to get sleep after tedious hours of driving home. Hoping for another better day, the support member finally returned to bed, climbing in to cuddle (Y/N)'s form once again.

~~~Two hours later~~~

(Your P.O.V.)

     It was still dark when my (E/C) eyes fluttered open. Emitting a yawn, I looked to my side, finding Spy napping with his arms wrapped around my waist. Slowly sitting up, I realized we were back in our bedroom. The last thing I remembered was the two of us taking a car trip back home. How long was I asleep? Swallowing a bit, I felt my throat being a little dry, so I decided to get up for some water. Slipping out of the Frenchman's grip and hopping down from bed carefully, I tiptoed by sleeping RED mercenaries before exiting through the door. I headed downstairs for the kitchen, opening a cupboard to grab a glass. After pouring chilled water from a dispenser, I was finally able to quench my thirst, relieving and cooling my throat from those long warm hours of sleep. Just as I was about to pour in more...

     Thump...Thump...

     I turned around, only to notice nothing out of the ordinary. I was just probably imagining things, so I shrugged it off and continued pouring more water into my glass. But then...