The pyro has always been a fascinating person to you. Such intruiging mystery and 'evil' wrapped in an adorable package. Only you and the Engineer could stomach spending more than 5 minutes with him, let alone any time outside of battle. And to make matters better, he seemed to like you, too! He'd follow you around, making small muffled noises of surprise at whatever you were doing. He was curious and interested in your activities and things, almost like a needy child, but grown...
It was unusual to get snow in this area, yet it happened. The dead grass and sandy landscape dressed itself in white garb as the frigid winds set in. Snowflakes gently danced from the skies, spinning and twisting like a timid ballet from the heavens above. You were sitting outside, eyes gazing up towards the almost clear skies, trying to distinguish between the stars and the falling frost. And while you were watching the skies, The Pyro was watching you. He rested his head in his hand as he spectated you, starstruck.
He wanted so badly to simply walk up and say, "Uh, Hey! I like you! We should go out sometime!" But that's what NORMAL people do..., and he wasn't normal. Without the visor, he knew how people looked at him... what they were saying. These are all things that an average person would never be told.
To hell with this; why try to hide it anymore? If he can't be normal, then he'll take the back way to his situation.
After a bit of stargazing, you could finally feel the tip of your nose start to lose warmth as your fingers iced over. You puffed out a condensation cloud from your mouth, reliving your childhood fantasies of being a dragon for just a moment before it vanished. You stood up from where you were, turning to retreat to the warmth inside before coming face to face with the vacant stare of a gas mask. You jump before bringing a hand to your chest.
"Pyro! Good grief, I didn't know you were there!"
He nods excitedly before muttering something illegible. You never understood him on a vocal level but somehow understood what he needed emotionally. And even though you'd consider him a friend, and a close one at that, you've never seen his face before.
You shoot him a polite smile, hoping it was something good he said, based on his body language and pitch, before he reaches out. Both his hands hold onto one of your wrists, high above the palm, your skin disappearing underneath his gloves.
He walks backward, walking you into the forest, continuing to speak to you. You reluctantly follow, loathing the thought of going deeper into the woods but intrigued by what he wants to show. Within about a minute of walking, you both reach a clearing with a large firepit in the center. You felt safe with him, safe and... something else.
The Pyromaniac lets go, giddily galloping over to the put before building the wood in the stone circle into a TiPi.
You rub your arms to try to stimulate a little warmth as you wait
"Is this for the team?"
He stops for a second and looks towards you, shaking his head no before returning to work.
He wasn't doing this for the team. He was doing this for YOU. You approach the circle as a flame begins to cultivate, sitting on a nearby log.
"What did you want to show me?"
After fanning the flame to a comfortable size, he shoves up a large rock next to you, hopping over the top to sit facing you. He leans over, shoulders set forward, like an intrigued toddler listening to a father's war story. After a small moment of staring at you, you awkwardly shift in your seat.
Setting this, he sits up, warily reaching up to his mask and unzipping the back. He takes a breath before slipping it over his head to look at you, grinning. You stare at him in disbelief as he brushes a small, damp lock of hair to the side before inspecting your face with care and intrigue.
He slouches over again, locking eyed with you.
"...You. Are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Ever."
This comment snaps you out of your trance before scrambling to find words. But he beat you to it.
"People don't see me the way you do. I'm a freak... But you're kind and gentle with me. Like how I am with fire." He gestures to the fire, its flames rising high, dancing in the air. The snowflakes making almost silent hissing once they connect.
"And... I think I love you..."
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TF2 One-shots ~Rewritten~
FanficMy original book was written when I was cringey and Young, and now that I'm older and less cringe, I'm re-writing the stories! I hope you enjoy the excellent 'ol fluff with a new coat of paint!
