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happy valentines day! In the spirit, I present an old blurb for engiespy. It's for an AU that me and my friends made, where all of the mercs are teachers in a high school. Spy is a substitute and Engineer is the school handyman.

Sure, Spy is used to being disliked, or even ignored. Working as a substitute sort of comes with that sometimes. He picks up his suit jacket, ready to leave behind this miserable building. Sighing as he remembers he cannot smoke indoors, he's stopped by the school handyman.

"Had a tough day, partner?" Engineer asks, goggles resting atop his head, hands dirty from working outdoors. Spy wrinkles his nose slightly.

"Ehm. Yes. I suppose." Spy replied, eyes still tracking the hand movements of the man in front of him.

"Alrighty, well," the man cracks a grin and holds up the vase of flowers he'd been holding. Dirt smears across the glass, the flowers inside roll to the front. "For you." He says, when Spy just stares blankly at it. "For a job well done today, partner."

Spy ends up taking the vase, for no other reason than manners. Setting it on his counter top, he stares at it. His space is constantly kept spotless, Spy making sure to pay attention to detail. Furniture he hardly sits on, fur rugs still white as a sheet, everything shiny and clean.

Then there's this vase.

It could've come from anywhere. Like a ... second hand store. With germs and other diseases. It still has dirt smudged across the glass surface, streaks and fingers prints probably all over it.

He should throw it away, not needing such things in his home of perfect taste.

Spy worries his lower lip and stares at the vase. The flowers, which are arguably not horrible to look at.

For a job well done, partner.

He stands up, leaving the vase there. Nobody will know anyways.

The next morning, he sees the Texan again. Short, a bit rounded in stature, with a well-kept beard the color of sand. He isn't wearing gloves as he carefully picks around his bed of flowers for weeds.

Spy pauses on his way into the school.

He has no idea why he does what he does next, he just does it.

Spy clears his throat, making the man shift and look up at him, still kneeled on ground. Spy straightens his posture, holding himself as tightly as he can to try and get rid of the sudden urge to run.

"Your ... gift. From yesterday." He started, tone so unsure and unlike himself. "I appreciate it. Merci." He finished curtly, speed walking away, eyes trained solely in front of himself until he got into his classroom, locking the door and sliding into his chair with a sigh.

Outside, the school counselor was arriving in their brightly colored beetle car, stopped to greet Engineer, who was staring at the entrance to the school.

"Mmmphh?" Pyro tilted their head slightly, looking from the school's front doors to Engineer, who huffed out a laugh and dusted his hands off.

"Sorry Pyro. Just talkin' to the new sub. Interestin' guy, don'tcha think?" Engineer asked, standing up as Pyro made another muffled noise. The Texan smiled at the fire-lover. "You're right. C'mon, let's go sort through those stickers of yours."

At the end of the day, Spy was surprised to find a note on his desk.

It read: 'You're welcome for the flowers.' There was a doodle of a smiling flower sloppily drawn next to it. Spy snorted at the silly note.

Engineer smiled to himself as he watched the man's reaction to the note.

"What is Engineer doing?" Heavy asked, making the Texan jump and sidle away from the classroom door.

"Nothin'."

Heavy raised an eyebrow, and maneuvered around him to see who he had been spying on. Heavy hummed and drew back, eyeing the way Engineer pulled his goggles down over his eyes.

"The substitute?" The Russian questioned, expression skeptical.

Engineer huffed, face still holding the ruddy color. "You don't get to talk. Findin' new ways to visit the school nurse, are ya'?" He retorted, to which Heavy remained stoic.

"Misha does not know what Engineer is talking about."

"Yes ya' do."

Heavy shook his head, arms crossed. "I do not know." He protested.

Engineer raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head to see around the bigger man. "Oh, hey doc." He said breezily, to which Heavy shifted, seeing no Medic in sight, the man frowned and turned back to Engineer, who laughed and pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry partner. I won't tell. In all honesty, I think quite a few of us lean that way." He assured him, Heavy still looked disgruntled, but nodded.

"I will not tell the substitute that Engineer was watching him." Heavy replied knowingly.

"Don't put it like that."

Heavy shrugged as the pair walked off together. "That is what little man was doing."

"I was just makin' sure he read it."

"Da. Sure."

[boxxvu]

Intro post

Hello! I'm boxxvu, or just box.

My pronouns are They/It.

I'm mainly a writer for the fandoms I'm interested in, but maybe in the future I'll post some traditional art.

Some of the things I like are:

▸ TF2

▸ Call of Duty

▸ 8-bit video games

▸ Haikyuu!!

▸ Sherlock (mainly the BBC version)

I love to yap about any of the above and a lot more, so, if that's your thing then I'd love to talk about it together! C:

I have an AO3 that I forget the password too all the time, so you can find me at "boxxxed" on there!!