Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

Silent Love (Sniper x Ninja! Reader)

This one was requested by Katderp. Hope you enjoy!

*(R/B)= Red/Blue

It was a quiet evening in march at Teufort. Winter was dying down, and the first signs of spring emerging. Birds flew back from their journey south, and various critters woke up from the long sleep of hibernation; and watching it all unfold in the quiet of the night, was a young woman named (y/n)- simply known as the Ninja of Teufort. 

She watched the abandoned field silently, her (h/c) ruffled by the wind- for once void of her cowl.

She always enjoyed the quiet of the night, she found it calming. At the end of a long day, she would climb to the highest point she could reach, and simply sit.

Normally she was alone, but every once in a great while, she would be joined by a fellow (R/B) named Richard- or simply, Sniper.

There was never much talking between the two, just a comfortable silence and the odd agreement of the beauty of the night.

Tonight was another of those nights where her silent companion would join her. He climbed the ladder to the roof and made his way to her usual spot, smiling when he saw her already there, gazing at the sky.

He say down silently next to her, giving her a kind smile when she turned her head to him. She returned the gesture for a brief moment, then turned her attention back to the sky.

As he sat next to her, for what must have been only the hundredth time within the year, the marksman began to think. He thought of when they first met and when he first heard her speak; he thought of the way her smile shined and her eyes glistened in the moonlight; and he thought of how happy she made him- day in, and day out.

Sitting in the silence, the girl also began to think. She thought of how kind he was and how dedicated he was to his work; she thought of how cute he was in the morning-hair rumpled from sleep- and how little he could function without his morning cup of coffee; and she thought of how much he meant to her.

As they sat in silence, contemplating one another, he moved his hand to hers, and held it gently. She did not look at their hands, but squeezed his gently in reply. And as they sat, enjoying the quiet night,

A silent love began to bloom.