a detective story again. (AU/TF2)
- scout - a rookie detective. Soda poisoning. he was in the military.
- soldier - veteran detective. Scout’s buddy. His investigation is forcibly, thereby he can not get a promotion.
- demoman:he was belonged to a bomb disposal unit. he put one’s experience to work.
- pyro:charge of arson case.
- sniper:he was belonged to a Police sniper squad.
- engie:criminal identification. His nickname is ” professor”.
- spy:undercover agents.
- hevy:charge of Mafia.
Perhaps, REDteam is a horrible crime syndicate.
(I’m not good at English.
If I make a mistake with my English, please correct me. lol)
this is, in fact, the plot of L&O: BLU.
just in case anyone digs this particular post-canon story and wants to read more of it!
I do so love making gifs that can be taken delightfully out of context.
P.S. Gif is reversed and edited from the original source for effect.
P.P.S. Why does Tumblr bother having a 10MB upload limit when it won’t let me upload a gif over 1MB? *grumbles, edits and reposts*
Think y’all know why I need to reblog this.
oh sweet jesus we need to finalize the next LOBLU episodeSource: youtube.com
[This is a meta-fic from the fic (and its accompanying “screenshot”) known as Law & Order: BLU. It, as well as the original, is written by Anne the Cat Detective and Toxo. This fic should probably be considered non-canon to the LOBLU verse, at least for now. As a side note, the next episode of LOBLU is almost complete, and will likely be posted soon. Enjoy.]
The Spy knelt at his feet, on the plush carpet, there in the same little room of the Margoulin Rouge where they’d met his contact on the last case.
It was a little disconcerting, to have her there—but then, he thought it would have been disconcerting either way. And the owner had insisted, citing peculiar city ordinances about “providing a venue for unsafe practices”. The Spy’s demeanor was sweet, and sly—sly, but demure just the same. He was grateful for the slyness, it was the only thing, besides the mask, that still said ‘Spy’.
“You have to be comfortable touching him.” She sighed, striding over and tapping the Sniper’s shoulder lightly with the riding crop. “See? It doesn’t have to hurt. Come on, I’m not asking you to fuck the man in public, but he’s yours. Touch him.”
22. Another OTP of yours
Oh my lawd, Sniper x Spy. x3 I usually prefer cross-faction, but same team is good too. I’m just a sucker for that “forbidden romance” type of thing. I mean, they have almost nothing in common: Sniper’s a dirty bushman who probably lived in the wilderness for a few months, and Spy’s a well kept gentleman who probably can’t go a day without showering.
So, like…romantic tension everywhere. Especially since Spy has his kinky back fetishes, hon hon hon.
I mean, yeah - Medic/Heavy is my top OTP. But with Sniper and Spy…if I was going to write yaois, it would be for them because there is so much to work with in regards to things like foreplay and intimacy issues.
Ohmagurd, I read a fanfic called “Snuff”. That scene where Sniper’s wearing a blindfold and is running his hands over Spy’s face. I WAS ALL LIKE UNF. WHY DID THAT MAKE ME SO UNF?
Because we want to make you happy.Source: tf2shitfest
“Hop up here, and we will go over the checklist.” Medic pats the sterile paper on his exam table, his other hand wielding a clipboard.
“You are feeling fit? No pains, fatigue, headaches…” he scans the form, glancing up to check Pyro’s shaking head at each inquiry. “…Weight gain or loss? Change in appetite? Good. Arm giving you any trouble?” Repetitive stress injuries are perhaps the only really worrisome affliction on the whole team. But Pyro shakes his head, and curls his arm up in a mock-flex, slapping the bicep and giving a thumbs up. Medic smiles.
“Well then. All accounted for. You may tell—” Medic flips the top sheet up, checking the next record— “Scout, that I am ready to see him.” He busies himself with a note, then looks up. Pyro stands with one hand on the doorknob; a hesitation. Medic tucks his clipboard under his arm and takes his spectacles off. “Herr Pyro, I understand you are in a difficult situation, here. I do not pretend to understand the specifics. But I want to assure you—once again—that anything you disclose in this office, anything at all, it will stay here.”
Spy and Sniper both looked down. The young man was grinning, wild-eyed.
“Snipes, you been fuckin’ the RED spy all this time? Holy shit, man. Brass balls.” He chucked the bushman on the ankle in a congratulatory fashion. “And that lil’ speech was goddamn incredible! It’s like I got the Joker sittin’ on me! C’mon, let’s do this thing.” He fondled the agent’s hips, smiling hugely.
“Vingt-Deux. Maybe someone has been paying attention, after all.” Spy looked down at Scout with authentic surprise. The runner put his hands behind his head casually, beaming. “You do not fear death?”
“Aw, what’s the fuckin’ point of that? It’s like you said—I’ll be back in thirty seconds.”
“That is precisely it. Canardeur?” He looked up at Sniper, who shook his head.
“You two are bloody starkers.” The dim, blue eyes—four of them, now—glinted at him in the darkening room. Spy was helping Scout to his knees, and they settled together on the floor, the latter half-draped across the older man’s lap.