Fiacre Noir. &quot;Veteran&quot; RED Spy.

#purplelieswithgarneteyes

"Oui. Eef eet eesn't old me."

#lmao why do people keep following this tumblr im hardly ever on most of the time #hello people #thank u for following even though im like usually not here #ooc;

Oh how she loved it when he spoke his native tongue. Of course she let him pull her around, melting into every movement he made her perform like liquid down a funnel. She tilted back at his command, shirt pulling up a bit as she trailed her hands down behind her.

"Mmmm, I love it when you speak to me like that,” she cooed, “keep it up and I might just have to get some new panties.”

#purplelieswithgarneteyes #micro;

He didn't answer her back initially, and instead chose to bury his face in the crook of her neck, before pressing a few kisses to her neck, with a rather aggressive nip that was practically a bite to her throat, with his sharp and jagged teeth which were so... horribly taken care of.

"Or you could just not wear any at all." The Spy muttered against her throat, letting his hot cigarette stained breath linger there, before he pulled her upright with him again. One of his hands found hers, eventually. And he was sure to hold onto it.

dolcexmare

#Long time no talk... Euhhhh...#ladyredceccino #micro;

Can’t avoid purring at the mere sound of his voice, breath filled with the soft sound as she walks over to him.

"Fiacre, baby~. My precious RED spy. Mmmmm…"

#purplelieswithgarneteyes #micro;#B)

"Viens ici que je te saute..." He purred back to his familiar lover, already reaching out for her hand that he'd seek to take so he could pull her form right against his own.

And provided he was given the chance, would he dip her like she were in a dance with him. "Ma chérie."

Fiacre.

#purplelieswithgarneteyes #micro;

"Jezebell."

babyblucherry

aredspy started following you

#J'ai baisé ta mère.#:/#freakinbluscout

She held tightly to him, shoving her face into his shoulder with a whimper. She didn’t want to lose him- not again…

"Please don’t leave me again, please-" she whispered, tears filling her eyes, "Please, Fiacre… I miss you so much. Please.”

#purplelieswithgarneteyes

The Spy only rolled his eyes, pushing her away a bit just so that he could reach for his lighter and cigarillo case. First the cigarillos, then he'd put it away and reach for the lighter. He lit one up, but still kept one hand around her form in a now half embrace.

Fixation first. He didn't need to strike at her in a foul mood from an artificial need nagging at him.

Always dramatic. Always repeating the same thing over and over again. It's not that he didn't care. He just didn't know what to say, nor what to do. Except a few gentle pats to her back while he blew smoke out of his nose, cancer in between his lips.

"Je pense toujours à toi." He answered her in his own language, avoiding the entire request for a vow. Words she more than likely didn't understand, but probably never heard in the first place over her own words.

samueljetstreamrodrigues-deacti

"…Heh. And just who are you supposed to be? You don’t work here…”

#samueljetstreamrodrigues #micro;

"Nodzeeng you need to worry about. I 'ave no interest in you."

doncdesole

My somewhat rushed, last minute submission for the update! I am sincerely grateful for having been asked to participate in this community created update. Thank you all!

You can find the update and gallery here:http://www.teamfortress.com/roboticboogaloo/

#spy #fanart

spybleu

TheMinttu

#spy #tf2 #fanart

Round Two

Oops. He probably should have checked the code and disarmed Fiacre before bringing him back. Looking down the barrel of the gun was not exactly how he had envisioned this little rendezvous going down. He was supposed to be the one in control. Of course, that meant that it was all his own fa—no.

Nope, he wasn’t going to go there.

"Back off, Frenchie," he snapped, using his tire iron to tap Fiacre’s gun out of his face. "Ya shoulda been lucky I let ya nap for so long. I was gettin’ friggin’ bored all by myself. In fact, just th’ other day I was wonderin’ how much longer I shoulda waited ta bring ya back…’cause ya know, it’s not really about bein’ dead, ya know?”

The door was at his back, and he knew he could make it, if he really tried. Running wasn’t real winner behavior, though…self preservation was easier than calling it retreating. He just didn’t want to end up with a bullet in his ass.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"It’s more ‘bout bein’ sorry.”

"I'm not going to be sorry."

His voice flickered in and out between distortion for a second, and as he glared at the nasty little gremlin, he had all the rage to shoot him, and more than enough nerve to hit him with the quite the number of bullets. The RED Spy had his jaw clenched so tight that it felt like the bones in his jaw were going to end up breaking one another any second now.

He'd get him back.

Eventually.

Just not right now.

Not right now as he went to tuck his gun back in his person, but still had his knife liable to drop out of his sleeve at the ready, if need be.

Even if the images of scarring up this motherfucker's face made him seem to feel all the better, he wasn't going to give Turbo any kind of benefit. No kind of benefit in acknowledgement.

"Not now."

His footsteps were rushed. Like he had something more important to do. Because not even once did he bother to look behind him. If he died again, it'd be getting what he wanted back.

There was no loss.

Only loss for Turbo.

"Not ever."

#getinloseritsturbotime

Round Two

Whatever emotional or spiritual emotions one might feel upon watching a rebirth were unsurprisingly absent as Turbo waited, impatiently, for the spy to finish respawning. There was a gratifying moment when Fiacre gasped, like he had forgotten what it felt like to live and had to remember quickly how to breathe, and Turbo grinned as he tapped the solid tire iron against the palm of his hand.

He already knew what he wanted to do, that was the best part. Hopefully his fun wouldn’t take so long this time and he could get back to his car, screw Penny, wherever she was. If she wanted to apologize then she knew where to find him.

"You’re lookin’ much better,” he sneered the moment Fiacre fell to his knees. Mercifully, he was clothed, if a bit disheveled. Sans mask, he looked scrawny, maybe even haggard, but Turbo wasn’t there to give a shit about what he looked like—he just wanted to fuck him up again.

"Ya know," he mused, taking a walk around the spy as if looking him over, "I didn’t think I’d actually need ta bring ya back, but ya know what they say ‘bout good plans never needin’ somethin’-somethin’ or whatever. I dunno how it goes, but if I did, it’d fit th’ situation at hand. Ya ready ta get your ass beat again? I got some new things I wanna try out, loser.”

Anger.

Anger was the first thing that he was able to process, the one thing that he was able to relearn and register. Everything else was washing over him slowly, just like the memory of what exactly happened before he last felt his eyes shut.

It was nothing but a large time gap. Like he'd slept, but there was no dream. The only thing he remembered was his last few breaths, his yelling and screaming, and then...

Nothing.

He was finally able to rest in peace, finally able to have to never worry about a goddamned thing, and just as silent nirvana was given to him, was it taken away.

Wasn't that just a motherfucker.

Noir slowly found the energy in him to quickly get up the moment that Turbo paced away on the far end. When he respawned, his weapons did too. His inventory, part of the basic load out. Which was why he had the choice of a gun or a knife. For now, he reached for his gun. Showed the barrel end to the ugly little fucking gremlin. His entire body ached, and even reaching for his weapon hurt.

"If you're going to kill me..." He breathed, slightly less exhausted. "...You should just leave me dead."

#getinloseritsturbotime

thegirlpyro

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thegirlpyro

-She begins to pace around him, sniffing here and there, her arms folded neatly behind her back. Her heavy tail just drags behind her, rather than twitching and squirming about like it normally would’ve been.-

Like food.. und heat… und zmoke.. und zomezhing.. zomezhing I can’t quvite place… It’s almozt familiar, but very foreign at zhe same time.

-The hybrid comes to a stop and starts coiling and uncoiling her tail, slightly uneasy-

I hope you’ve been vell… I can assume ozhervise.. but… Hm..

cecilssonorousvoice-deactivated

I've been as fine as I can be.

[The RED's accent since has long then vanished. His eyes looked all the more dead. All the more vacant of any humanity. Yet, unlike from long ago, he seemed more calm. Eerily stoic, even. Giving the hybrid a once over, he took it upon himself to move after her, nay, even with her during the time that she was pacing him. Once she stopped, he did too, but it was right in front of her in which he finally did so. A mere few inches, really.]

I lost my heart. Had it replaced, but I cannot recall if you were around for that. You still look as... Mhmhm...~ Sexy, the Americans call it, as ever.

#thegirlpyro

aredspy started following you

Soooo, it seems I’ve ended up in a place I shouldn’t be again!

#ofdijgoifdjgoij #aWWWW YISSSS #OIFDJGIODFJG eeeeEEE CECIL #facetouch #cecilssonorousvoice

Who the hell are you and why should I not stick the barrel of my gun down your throat for intruding?

thegirlpyro

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-Stops everything she’s doing and just stares at him. A slight grin perking the corners of her mouth upwards,-

I smell you.

[He doesn't even flinch. The familiar voice was comforting, certainly. It brought an inner peace for just a fraction of a second before his mindset slipped into a silent kind of rage induced by his recent problems. Like a hawk, he quietly watches.]

...Ouh?

What do I smell like, darling?

#thegirlpyro #eheheh

icomefromthewater

There was so much to say but he says none of it. There is no need- his feelings are so strong that it’s likely anyone could read them. Of love and bittersweet and sorrow bursting into joy and relief, of I felt it, I felt it all, i thought I would never see you again, but here you are…

…here you are, and my heart beats easier. Here you are, and I feel whole again. My love, my callous, belligerent love, but my love nonetheless.

My other half.

He brings him close, an embrace of arms and limbs, of gentle kisses and a soft, resounding purr.

It’s almost poetic, hatred and spite taking him from this world, only to return to a welcome of gentle affection and love.