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27 years old letter
Find it on ao3 here
Dadspy sprinkled with some Sniperspy
Edited by: @radiostaticc
Sniper was of course not the biggest fan for loud parties, but the kid is now 30, which he guess would make Scout not really a kid anymore, but who cares? He was the kid among them and shall stay forever. The little ankle biter who loved loud noises way too much, while alcohol not at all.
While most of the others were having fun being as drunk as one can get, Scout was at the table of gifts with his can of Bonk. Maybe it was how he sometimes did the same things, or maybe he spent too much time with his boyfriend, Spy. But Sniper noticed nervous movements on the Scout. Adjusting his clothes, like they never fit right; drumming on the can with one finger; briefly hugging himself with one arm. The kid was nervous to the brim and Sniper seemingly being the only one to notice, he decided to do something about it.
He walked up to Scout and put a hand on his shoulder, before greeting him, starting simple and kind.
"Staying out of the party? Your age is catching up to you kid?" he joked with a chuckle, relieved to see the other smile from it, but it didn't last long "What's wrong Scout?" he asked, low so it won't cause attention and not hide his worry. The fast runner got more nervous from the question. Chewing on his lips, looking around in fear that anyone else noticed, before giving in with a sigh.
"Can we go to one of your nests? I need air and privacy." he admitted.
"Sure kid, and don't worry. From the look of it, nobody will notice." Sniper said as they walked towards the front door of the base.
"Dear Jeremy,
When they reached the nest, Sniper gave the other time to say the problem. He was known for his patience and not many questions. So he waited. He watched as Scout finished his can of Bonk, tapped his foot on the wooden surface of the nest while getting his thoughts together and he waited as the problem was taken out.
Scout took out an envelope folded in half, looked at it for a little, before holding out for Sniper.
"My mom gave me this when I left home. Said dad wrote it to me when he left and I can read it when I turn 30. Problem is... I-I can't read. Doc said it's a normal dyswhat-the-hell. But I'm sure my da' didn’t know it was a thing I have when he wrote it. And just-"
"Would you like if I read it to ya?" Sniper cut in gently, grabbing the letter, but not yet taking it. Not until Scout released it and nodded as a silent answer. The envelope was already opened, so Sniper just had to take out the letter, unfold it and read it:
You're now old enough to maturely hear what I'm about to say. And old enough to be the age I was when I left you, your brothers, and your mother. I wanted you to have this letter at this age, so you can know how young and stupid a man can be in the age of 30. I also hope that you won't make the same mistakes by reading this and learning from mine.
When I met your mother and she boldly came up to talk to me, I knew that if a nobody like me can fall in love and not be alone in the feeling, then I should never let it go. But then I had to.
She never judged me and I never judged her for anything. She loved me the same way when I had to disappear for long times and I loved her the same way when she introduced me to her 7 sons.
Now before I say the next thing, I want you to know that you are not and never were the reason why I left you and your family. You were the brightest light in my life and still are, no matter where life takes us both.
These almost three years I could spend with you mean so much to me and it hurts so much that I had to leave. But my love for your family and you blinded me about how dangerous a job I actually had that put the bread on the table for the ten of us. I knew the moment when I received a letter with only your name on it, that I had to leave. I don't expect you to understand, or accept my choice. But I wanted nothing more than you to be safe. I made the worst choices in life, but loving my family was not something I could control. Your mother is the strongest woman this world has seen, so I know I'm going to leave you in good hands. She will protect and care for you, like I never could.
You can trust her in anything. I know, because I'm trusting her to keep the things she knows about me secret and give this letter to you when she knows it's time to face the truth of whatever lie she came up with. The truth of which is that I left to protect you and I still will always be with you. In the crowds, in the background, maybe even right next to you.
I'm going to do my best to keep you as close, but still as far to make sure you're safe and happy. Because that's what you deserve. You can say I'm an asshole and a coward, which you are right about. I was a coward for choosing running instead of fighting, but I know at this moment of writing this in your room, that I'm making a mistake. So I want you to learn from it. Love is the most dangerous thing a man can face and if you ever find it, please fight for it. Fight for the person, or people you love and they will fight for you if they're the right people for you. I didn't fight enough for you and your family. Which is why I could never ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask for is for you to never give up and know that you deserve to be loved.
Happy birthday Jeremy
With all the love from your dad"
Sniper had his own small pain in his chest by the time he finished, but it was nothing compared to the sobs he heard and saw when he looked up. He put the letter to the side and moved closer to hold the kid in a tight embrace. He was never a fancy pants, he couldn’t give two shits about Scout ruining his clothes, so he pulled the sobbing man close to his chest and let him cry his heart out. He deserved it. Even if Scout read, he couldn't imagine being alone after such a letter like this.
"Th-ank y-ou..." the boy hiccuped, before burying his face into the red shirt, trying to take deep breaths after feeling a hand caressing his back. "Freak-king asshole dad..." he tried to talk again with a little chuckle, but couldn't say more. So he leant his head against Sniper comfortably, the crying slowly calming down and soft snores taking its place.
With one hand, the sharpshooter put the letter back into the envelope and put it into his pocket before lifting up the kid bridal-style and carefully carried him down. He was happy to discover that the base was now quiet. Inside some retreated into their rooms, while others were sleeping in the living room. He walked towards Scout's room, pretending he didn't hear the extra pair of shoes failing to walk silently after them. After putting the kid into his bed, he put the envelope on the bedside table.
"Happy Birthday Scout." he whispered a last time, before leaving the room, closing the door after himself. "Come 'ere Spook." he said to the air, opening his arms.
"Merde." Spy whispered annoyedly for being found out, but still uncloaked and leaned into his partner's arms. "Bushman, I-'' he started worriedly, but got cut off by a kiss on his head
"I know Spook, I know. I love you too. You won't get away from me that easily." he comforted with a chuckle
"Liar..." Spy said, knowing Sniper too well to believe that anxiety is not eating him up about the letter and what he said about Scout's mom in it. He heard a sigh, before his head was lifted, so his lips could receive a gentle kiss.
"What if you take me to bed and show me just how much you love me then?"
"Sounds good, mon chasseur."
How would Spy react to not being able to find his knife, only to see some little kid messing with it?
LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE,
A KNIFE!
NO!
SMALL CHILD WIELDS SHARP OBJECT, LOCAL SPY CONFOUNDED!
His first feelings would likely be of confusion, anger, followed by seething rage when he noticed his knife was missing. After all, he was the Spy, no filthy pickpocket could simply take it. There was no way he had forgotten it either, as he triple checked his belongings and kept them on his person at all times. Being in public, there was no way for Spy to necessarily do much about it. He couldn’t just shout “WHERE IS MY KNIFE?!” To the world, and so he forces a deep breath and begins to search, splitting off from the team and looking about without garnering attention, as if he were merely a tourist.
At first, he had expected to be looking for any suspicious individuals, not anyone barely up to his middle in height. Yet, after a minute or two of scanning the room, there had been no other options, and right there. A lone child, holding a knife.
They were practically begging to be yelled at, dragged by the ear and taken to their guardians for such a bold defiance of all things he held dear, yet… It seemed the child had no parents in their midst. They were enthralled by the blade, flicking it between their fingers and trying to get the butterfly knife to do a trick or two, the light metal clattering far less satisfyingly in their smaller hands. Yet, while not masterful, the little kid treated the weapon with respectful caution, lacking precision but aware that their plaything was dangerous and sharp.
Spy found himself staring, rather than doing anything about it. Nothing about their appearance resembled his son, it wasn’t as if he had reason to not snatch it away and be done with it, yet here he was. Perhaps he saw a bit of his younger self in their eyes, or in the way they had healthy caution for the unknown, yet played with it anyway.
Eventually, he exhaled and wandered over to the child, unsure what angle with which to approach the situation. Putting out his cigarette and kneeling down to get to eye level, he left a hand outstretched for them to return the knife, frowning.
“This is mine, mon petit, may I have it back…?
The child seems afraid, immediately shocked that they were caught. They shake their head, mumbling a “noo…”
“And why is that?” He has to force himself to be patient. Interacting with children is not his forte, but perhaps it feels like a second chance.
Reminding himself this is a stranger, but unwilling to walk away without at least getting his knife back, and giving the child reason not to do such a thing again.
They blink, looking down at the butterfly knife. “Cause it’s pretty and feels good to use… Whus your accent from? S’all sounds pretty...”
Spy, shocked by the answer, goes silent, before sighing.
“Well, it is unwise to play with dangerous objects, mon ami. And… It is French. Do you know French?”
“My momma was from France! I knew I recognized th’ talking…”
“And where is she now..?”
The child’s expression immediately falls, and Spy needs no verbal answer to know what may have happened.
“Have you any other guardians?”
They shake their head, pointing down the road towards the old orphanage, shrugging sadly.
“Don’ matter, s'alright…”
There was the anger again, but now tenfold. Not at this child, but at himself. Of course he had to converse with the child, feel protective, now look at him. He had a job to do, he should have just grabbed the knife and went on with his day.
When they finished talking, and Spy had left, there was a hollow feeling in his chest. Guilt, was it? Insecurity? Knowing the effect of not being present, it felt as if perhaps he was being given a second chance, yet he wasn’t sure how willing he was to throw it away.
Returning to the base, there were quite a few phone calls made to Miss Pauling, then the Administrator herself. Paperwork, negotiations, how in gods name would he work this out- Convincing Miss Pauling to allow a child into the base-- so long as battles were separate and hidden from their view, had been a breeze, but it was the Administrator, a cold, cruel hag of a woman whom he knew would take issue with the idea. It was to the point that he had been conversing through the night, even just in his white button up and suit pants, but he continued to talk.
What would his teammates think? He dreaded to find out, he merely hoped none of them would question it or tease him, but he knew he would come under fire, if only because he was the Spy, an uncaring, cold, emotionless figure.
At the very least, he knew he had time to pass, since the time in which it would take to get the paperwork in order, a new room built, etcetera, would give him ample time to learn more about who it is he was about to bring to the base.
That next day, a child wakes up to a gift by an unknown donator, all they know is it was a man with a vest and tie, with salt and pepper hair, inside of which is the materials to make the popsicle stick butterfly knife, a soft rabbit plushie, and a note written in a very simple cipher for them to solve.
“Pack your things in two weeks, If you see a woman in purple, she is your friend.”
Scout learned the “I got a bucket of chicken” pick up line from his Ma and the reason Spy hates it so much is because it worked on him.
You're not the only one, Tavern
He had his mothers nose
“If you don’t be a good grandfather, I’m gonna teach her so many swear words.” -maybe scout tf2
I would think maybe in this au, Scout knows that Spy's his Dad (he probably hears a French Lullaby and remembered someone singing that to him and connected the dots after a few weeks), but he's waiting for him to confess. Maybe he guilt trips Spy by being a great father to Phoebe and just tells everyone that he's a better Dad than his old man and Spy is just trying not to cry or flinch at the cruel words.
Although Scout has no obligation to offer Spy any forgiveness nor let Spy be a part of Phoebe's life, I think if he was open to letting Spy have a shot at being a better grandfather than he ever was a father, it could be a very healing experience for the both of them. That said Scout's still a thousand times better father than Spy ever was, and he has every right to rub that in.
I think Scout already knows, deep down. But if he hasn't figured it out by now, Reactor would have, and she wouldn't let Scout go oblivious. Spy seems deeply ashamed of his choices and if offered to him I doubt he'd let himself lose his last chance to make things right.
School just started and I'm going to make it everyone's problem
That'll be a funny side scene if it appeared in the series (PLZ I NEED IT-)
Art idea: Scout comparing his facial features with Spy and realizing how much they look alike :3
THIS IS ACTUALLY SUCH A FUNNY IDEA HAHAHAHA THANK YOU ANON
NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT OF IT (scrumptious art 10/10)
SO STAY AWAKE
JUST LONG ENOUGH TO SEE
MY WAY
i dunno. i dunno
NAHHHHHHH YOU CAN'T DO THAT 😭
Because Papa will protect you
I FUCKING HATE IT HERE (said through tears)
School just started and I'm going to make it everyone's problem
MOOMINGS
I'm unwell so moomings. I would've made Spy and Scout mumriks but i wanted to draw moomins so moomins they are
some father-son bonding
YEESSSSSSSSS!!
Maybe in a different universe
Spy decided to be a good dad and stayed with Scout since birth
More spydads!!!! Ft. Spy children
first dadspy drawing <- context of the right side of the 3rd drawing
bonus: a summary of my opinion of Loid and Spy (then and now)
