Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

The Perfect Night {BLU!Spy x RED!Reader}

For MagicalFlyingcatsTF2. Enjoy mon ami!
You looked in the mirror, making sure everything was in place. You were wearing a long, red dress, with black mascara and eyeliner, light pink lipstick, and black heels. Tonight was a special night, and you couldn't wait. Turning away from the mirror, you heard some arguing from the living room of the base. You smiled, knowing exactly what it was about, and grabbed your red clutch.
You walked to the living room, stopping at the door to watch the scene.
"Stay away from (y/n)!" Screamed Scout. The whole team surrounded your boyfriend, as was custom whenever he came to pick you up. They acted as sort of your second family: Sniper was the overprotective father, Engineer was the understanding yet firm mother, and everyone else was your brother.
"Ou are asking me to stay away from my girlfriend?"
"Not askin," said Sniper, "Tellin." You giggled, the attention of the men turning to you.
"Sort of an absurd request, don't you think?"

The BLU Spy looked at you, mouth agape. You looked positively stunning, and he had the sudden urge to skip dinner altogether, and take you straight back to his room at the BLU base. He kept his composure however, and smiled that handsome smirk of his. He was wearing a black suit, black dress shirt with blue tie, and his usual blue balaclava, though he would remove it once you two left the base. He stalked past your disgruntled teammates, and stopped before you, his tall form towering over you. He took your hand, kissing it as he always did.

"Mon amour, 'ou look positively ravishing." You blushed: no matter how many times he called you 'love', you always blushed.
"Merci."
"Are 'ou ready to go ma cherie?" You nodded, and he offered you his arm. You took it, and he led you out to his car. He opened the passenger door for you, and you climbed in. Once he got in the car, he removed his balaclava, revealing his handsome face, one that only you have ever seen. His features were chiseled, and his salt-and-pepper hair framing the face you've come to know and love.
"Finally, I 'ave been waiting to take zat off all day..." He looked at you and smiled. He leaned over, and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you happily returned. After reluctantly pulling away, he started the car, driving towards a small hill.

"Laurent! It's beautiful!" You stared at the scene before you: white christmas lights strung about the gazebo overlooking the lake, a candlelit dinner on a table in the middle. Some Parisian music was playing softly, and you looked at him. He pulled a chair out for you, and once you sat down, pushed it in. He poured you both some wine, and after you toasted, began to eat.

After dinner, you started dancing, your head resting on his shoulder. You sighed.
"This night is perfect, Laurent."
"Hmmm... Almost." You looked up at him, and he smiled down at you. He stopped dancing, and knelt before you. You gasped, hands flying to your mouth, and tears welling up in your eyes.

"(Y/n), mon amour. Zese past two years have been ze best of my life. Je t'aime, and I could not imagine living ze rest of my life wizout 'ou. (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will 'ou marry me?" He opened the small box in his hand, revealing a diamond ring.
"Of course, Laurent. Yes, yes, yes!" He stood up smiling, and you wrapped your arms around him. He slipped the ring onto your finger, and looked into your eyes.

"Je t'aime (y/n). Happy anniversary, mon amour."