Welcome to Evan’s Stories. There are hopefully more stories to come and comics, but for now, I am currently working on simply short fan fictions (with art!). This blog mostly regards my favorite TF2 pairing, Bloody Suit, but there’s other things I may write. (They usually be romantic and perhaps intimate/suggestive scenarios but nothing explicit.)
Will not post every day, since I don’t write often, but will occasionally.
My main blog is over here!
[Please fuck off: those who enjoy Non-Con, Dub-Con, incest, pedophelia, or anything just straight up weird or hateful.]
Works:
Fanfics:
Fragrance - A certain Australian Sniper and a French Spy are irritated by the other’s familiar scent, during battle. Little did they know, they were only bothered that they couldn’t get enough of it.
Comics:
A Frenchman and His Machine - In the city of Teufort, a malfunctioning Sniper bot mysteriously finds its way into the red base, and develops an unusual bond with the struggling Red Spy. As the robot grows increasingly human-like, tensions rise between the mercenaries and their unexpected ally.
Description: In the city of Teufort, a malfunctioning Sniper bot mysteriously finds its way into the red base, and develops an unusual bond with the struggling Red Spy. As the robot grows increasingly human-like, tensions rise between the mercenaries and their unexpected ally.
Characters: Red Spy, Blu Sniper bot, others as background/side characters
Warnings/details (story not finished, so I may add more overtime): Smoking/drinking, romance, blood, guns and violence (TF2 after all)
Pages so far: 10
Something else: I’ve had plenty comic ideas but this one requires the least deep research to get things like background details correct, so view this as a story about these characters and my own interpretation of everything since I am one person and cannot make sure everything is right xdd however, please feel free to ask questions! (Btw I’m not sure how long I’ll work on this for but if I have enough motivation and people like it then I’ll do my best)
Summary: A certain Australian Sniper and a French Spy are irritated by the other’s familiar scent, during battle. Little did they know, they were only bothered that they couldn’t get enough of it.
Characters: RED Sniper, BLU Spy
Genre: Action/Romance - enemies to lovers
Warnings?: Typical TF2 violence xd
Words: 1074
“..I know yer here, spook. Quit hidin’ like a bloody coward.” The Sniper grumbled in annoyance. He was busy during battle, gaze fixated through the scope of his rifle. At least until he knew the enemy Frenchman was around.
“Oh? It wos obvious?” The BLU Spy uncloaks behind the Sniper and leans in slightly to watch the Aussie. In response, the taller man backs away with a small glare, looking up at the Spy from where he sat.
“Yeh. You reek of cigarettes and fancy body spray, only a French posey like you would care to wear.” He gives the other a look up and down.
“Ah, I’m flattered, bushman.” The Spy responds sarcastically, smirking as he swings his balisong in his right hand between his fingers. His movements were smooth and elegant, briefly catching the Sniper’s eye, “Though, surely we could both agree you are ze one who reeks. You smell of urine and grass. How else would I be able to find your hiding spots so effortlessly?”
“..Guess we both stink.” The Australian stands up and draws his kukri from behind himself, holding it up to the enemy.
“Perhaps.” Spy smirks and looks down at the knife the Sniper wields. He then cloaks himself invisible, with just a touch of his invisibility watch.
“..oh, we’re doin’ this now, eh, froggy? Like the coward you are…” With a glare, the Aussie looks around, listening in for the smallest of sounds.
It wasn’t long at all before the two began, like wild cats, aiming for each other’s throats as they watched for the opponent’s next move closely… Or impatiently waited for an opening strike.
In a matter of seconds, Spy lunges forward with his balisong, aiming for Sniper’s left side. The Aussie dodges effortlessly and counters with a powerful swing of his kukri, barely missing Spy’s chest. They’d never admit it, but they were always impressed with the other’s swift movements. The Frenchman’s always displaying grace and professionalism, and the Sniper’s always conveying skill and calculated accuracy.
Despite that all, neither of them got distracted for too long. However, one glance at the Sniper’s large hands that held the blade… earned Spy a quick, intense impale in the heart, blood splattering on the walls and floor beneath their feet. That was the one thing - the only thing the enemy Spy needed. For the RED to get this close.
Just as Sniper thought it was over, the other raised his butterfly knife and stabbed the Australian in the back.
The fight felt like it had gone on for no more than ten seconds. And yet, the two lied next to each other, both bleeding out as they waited for their moment to respawn, which felt like forever already. Distant fighting and gunfire was all that they heard after they collapsed, slowly fading.
“… I suppose we both won. And lost.” The Frenchman drawled, breaking the near silence with a small smirk.
The Sniper let out a weak growl, slowly turning his head to face the man next to him. “..I stabbed ya first..” His gruff words are followed by a snicker.
“Ah. And here you go, with your childish behavior… you stabbed me first, but I’m afraid we are both dying, Monsieur.” BLU Spy turns his head to the side to see the other as well, “..though, iz taking quite a moment zhis time, non?”
“… pfft. Wha’, respawning? … yeh. Been lookin at yer stupid, bloody face for too long…” The dying Sniper chuckles and gazes at the other man, who stared back.
“..so childish, bushman…” The shorter man lets out a soft laugh as well.
The two mercenaries kill time by staring at each others faces, with hatred, as they wait to respawn. It only felt like it was taking longer as they stared into one‘s eyes, until finally, a moment of darkness...
Then light.
“…Wake up, darling.” Cooed a familiar voice, that caused the Australian to stir awake. His eyes fluttered open to meet the other’s, elegant and gray.
“..Mornin’, luv…” The Sniper responded in a low whisper. Oh, how he loved his scent… a perfect mix of cigarettes, cologne and wine. His darling was the same bastard that he aggressively stabbed merely a year ago. Yet, that was the last time he remembered hating that smell.. at least trying to.
“..Good morning, mon amour…” The Spy extends an arm to lightly touch his lover’s, with delicate fingertips. He loved the bushman’s scent just as much as he, his… With a hint of coffee breath, he smelled slightly sour of the outdoors, tinged with a shared sweetness from the soaps Spy used to romantically bathe with his dear, the night before. Even when the Aussie smelled worse, especially after battle, it was his scent. He loved it. And yet, his beloved was the same man whom he backstabbed without a second thought, just a year ago. The day the Frenchman realized his ‘stench’ may not be all that bad… “..Will you get up?”
“Mm?…” The Sniper lets out a groggy yawn and lifts a lazy hand to rub his eyes. He then glanced at the ceiling at the corner of his eye, humming in mock pondering, “… Nah.” He then snickers quietly, closing his hazel eyes again to rest them.
“Ah. So silly and childish…” with a playful eye roll, the Spy slowly sits up in bed, his luxurious sleep robe slightly sliding down his shoulder. He always commented on the bushman’s occasional immature behavior, previously finding it annoying. However, now, he thought it was almost endearing, fondness clear in his voice. “..Come on, dear, please..? I’m quite hun— HOH!“, before he could finish, his lover gently pulled him on top of him, earning a surprised gasp. It’s then followed by a small laugh, the Frenchman affectionately laying his head on the other’s chest as they snuggle, the Sniper’s arms wrapped loosely around him.
“…heh. Think breakfast can wait a bit, don’t ya think..?” The Australian smiles sleepily at his dear gem.
“Ohh..? Darling, if we had all ze time in ze world, I’d never get up for anything…~” With a soft smile, the Spy lifts his head to lightly pepper the side of his partner’s face in kisses.
A solid year ago, the two were waiting impatiently to die and respawn. Now, they’re wishing they had all of the time in the world to simply lie next to each other.
