Tf2 x reader oneshots!

Spy x Dancer!reader

This was requested by MargaridaArmindo and I have to say the plot for this was fun to create. I always enjoy giving the reader a bit of personality, though I suppose it's meant to be so people can project themselves on her. Idk. Anyways, on with the story!

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Spy's P.o.v.

I glanced around the room. Music drifted through the air, the hall was crowded, tables to the side displayed a variety of foods from different cultures. Czech, Spanish, Argentinian, all combining to make a feast. Rather symbolic of the music being celebrated, but that was unimportant. I wasn't here to socialise and make small talk over canapés. I was here on duty.

Somewhere in amongst the buzz and chatter was my target. According to my intel, there was a person of interest attempting to escape from my employers after baring witness to classified information. I didn't know what it was and in my line of work you learn better than to ask for more details, however what I did know was that they were an avid music lover who never missed an opportunity to attend an event such as this one. This would likely be the best and last chance for me to find them in this city before they fled. So here I was.

I'd done extensive research in order to blend in with these music fanatics, enough to know that the incisive, provocative rhythm drifting through the air belonged to Tango canyengue. A style of tango very close to the traditional Tango from the River Plate region. It wasn't unpleasant to listen to but I couldn't quite muster up the amount of authentic enjoyment displayed by my surrounding peers.

Nevertheless I plastered on a smile and closed my eyes, appearing to savour the music when in reality, I'd tuned it out. One of my many skills as a spy is to ignore background noise and focus in on my environment.

To the left was idle chatter, to the right, various heated debates and the sounds of quick footsteps, a couple dancing. In front of me, a single set of light footsteps approaching. Pausing for a second, a single step back, a slow step forward. Not rhythmic enough to be dancing, the moves were pensive, hesitant.

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the lone figure. A lady, dressed rather nicely quickly averting her eyes from my gaze. She was breath-taking to say the least but I couldn't think about it for long. I still had a job to do.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, you seemed to be having a nice time. I was just wondering if you'd like to dance." She spoke softly, her personality seemed shy and reserved. I made a move to decline but a thought struck me. I'd made no headway so far and the quietest people tend to be the most observant. If anyone noticed any strange or suspicious figures, it's more likely to be her than say, that fellow over there laughing loudly and annoying his 'friends'.

I put on a charming smile. "Of course, Ma chérie. Lead the way." A red flush made it's way on to her cheeks, how cute! I had no time to dwell on that though, as we found an empty space on the dance floor. This is where I'd be put to the test. The current song playing drifted to a close and a new one started up. The beat was slower but sure to pick up, and the notes held a buried excitement waiting to be released.

We got into a beginning embrace and our dance began.

At first it was clumsy, I was untutored and she was flustered, but as it went on her demeanour completely shifted. The shy movements relaxed, the hesitation melted away and what was left were the graceful moves of a confidant woman. Instead of glancing away she met my eyes, placing a hand gently on the side of my face before twirling past. One of my hands were on her hip, the other holding hers and as our figures moved in tandem, I felt the transformation in myself.