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1. now that the chips are down by mooncrash

   Fandoms: Team Fortress 2  

   • Mature
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • F/M, M/M
   • Complete Work

   23 Aug 2020

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Spy (Team Fortress 2)/You
   • Spy (Team Fortress 2)/Reader
   • Spy (Team Fortress 2)
   • BLU Spy
   • Scout (Team Fortress 2)
   • Sniper (Team Fortress 2)
   • Enemies to Lovers
   • Angst
   • Canon-Typical Violence
   • Slow Dancing
   • Slow Burn
   • cologne as a plot point
   • Mistaken Identity
   • Eventual Smut
   • POV Second Person
   • Gender-Neutral Pronouns

   Summary

   “Play nicely, chérie, we have company.” A glance down the alley and sure enough, the enemy Medic is standing there, bonesaw waiting in hand. The BLU Spy’s thumb strokes along an exposed patch of skin along your stomach as a sort of bizarre apology. The tenderness of the invisible gesture catches you off guard. “You’re still a bastard,” you hiss without much venom, and you can feel his amused chuckle more so than hear it as he slits your throat.

   An enemies to lovers fic inspired by "When the Chips are Down" from Hadestown.

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   5,023

   Chapters:

   6/6

   Comments:

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   165

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