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Ever wondered what it would be like to be with your favorite mercenary from Team Fortress 2? Would your story be a classic true love oneshot? Dirty romance? Fluff stories? Overwatch crossover?! Whatever you request in this big book of Tf2 Oneshots! To be clear, YES, there are crossovers in this! Don't believe me? Then read it and find out! (Cover photo is not mine)

Have you ever wanted to date the sexy german we know as Medic? Well just read some of these oneshots and decided whether you like him gentle and sweet or rough and seductive, your pick ~♡

The story of you (a reader with female pronouns) and the lovely frenchman known as Spy. I don't own TF2 or you, but I do own the story. Enjoy! ｡^‿^｡ (suggestive themes in later chapters)

Helloween arrives this year its time for merasmus to make his appearance once again. When the mercenaries defeat him.he has left the bombinomicon behind. Medic happen to stumble across the fallen magic book. he wants to trow the book away in a cliff. of course it negotiated with the doctor to spare him. so he tells medic about a sertain legend .the 6 dark gemstones. he helps to brings it into reality. what happened is that he gained the power of 5 stones by finding them and bound a personal item to them. but he needs one more item to bound to the last stone in the center and complete the amulet. thats something thatsThe most precious to him. what could that be?

Medic x reader fluff, one lemon chapter. Also I do not own any characters mentioned in the story, Valve does. I also don't own any of the pictures.

Detroit: Become Human AU, where it is instead set in a high school. --- He flew past you. That was the best way to describe it. The way he moved was like a bird taking flight. You wouldn't think his feet were touching the ground at all, if it weren't for the quiet sound of the crunching shoes on soil. The blue triangle on the back of his uniform turned into a blur as he raced past the other members of the team. They were there, but all you truly saw was him. He must have felt your gaze on him, because suddenly he halted. Time was frozen now. You stood there motionless, as he turned to meet your eyes. "...Who was that?" You just managed to gasp out. "Hm? Oh, that. Connor. His name is Connor." --- At your last school, you were known as 'the swan'. You were a dancer. You always had been. But a certain incident left you not only with physical scars, but it also left you with a lack of confidence. Now, transferring into Detroit High School, you hoped to get through the year without anyone knowing who you were in the past. That was, until you met two certain boys, who vow to teach you how to fly again. - Genres of drama, comedy, and romance. There are no androids in this story; all androids are portrayed as humans instead. It is set in modern times, not in the future as Detroit: Become Human is. There is foul language in this story!! This is a work of fanfiction based off the game Detroit: Become Human. The characters in the story are owned by David Cage and the creators of Detroit: Become Human. 'Flightless Bird' is a story told from my imagination and it is for entertainment purposes only. :) I am writing this as I go along so if you have any ideas or future requests for the story let me know!

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.